But it sure comes in handy if you do.
For the past couple of months, I had been scheming to make the trip north to cheer on my fellow #Chewsday Chicas – Kellie, Lisa, and Nicole – as they ran the final leg of the Glass Slipper Challenge aka the Princess Half Marathon, last weekend. I’ve never gone to Disney as just a race spectator, and in all honesty, I really wasn’t sure how I was going to feel about it once I got there, seeing as how running is still off-limits for me. But the prospect of seeing my Wine and Dine Support Crew again, and FINALLY getting to meet the Can portion of Team Can-Am, was enough to bring the excitement level up considerably.
After spending a couple of nights putting a LOT of effort into designing the perfect race signs for each of my chicas, and scouring the store aisles for the perfect post-race recovery snacks, I was ready to hit the road. Confession: I was in bed the night before the race by 8pm and spent the entirety of the evening constantly waking up due to the typical pre-race nightmare of sleeping through my alarm. Ironically, even though I set the alarm for 0430 hours Sunday morning, it NEVER WENT OFF. Thank goodness the hubby got up to go to the bathroom moments later and told me to get my dupa up, otherwise I would’ve ended up in total meltdown status.
“Whaddya mean I overslept?!?”
Let’s just take a quick side trip here: we were staying with friends who live about a half hour from Disney. The quickest way to get to Disney is through no-man’s land. Literally. I drove in on a highway with no lights, no civilization, and no other traffic. I kept waiting for some freaky being from one of those creepy horror movies to jump out in front of me, sending my truck off the embankment, only to wake up in the evil clutches of some psychopathic nutcase like in the movie Saw. I know. I have a severely overactive brain at 5 o’clock in the morning when I don’t know where I’m going and the DAMN GPS CAN’T FIND THE DAMN SATELLITE.
Happily though – because of course, all things end happily where Disney is concerned – I FINALLY made it to the finish line, signs and snacks in hand, with plenty of time to spare. I was lucky enough to snag a pretty sweet spot about 200 yards before the finish line, and was able to watch as Tink – I mean Lauren – crossed the finish line at the 1:22 mark. WOW. (I had a picture, but she was so fast, she was nothing but a blur. Not really, but it sounded good. More like operator error.)
It wasn’t much later though when Princess Lisa kicked some serious dupa and crossed the finish line with a big smile on her face. (Actually, she was trying not to puke, but it’s my blog and I can write what I want.) Somehow, she did manage to find me in the sardine can of bodies I ended up in the middle of, and we were able to preserve the moment for posterity. Lucky you.
Forgot my cool shades but remembered the tiara!
One thing I have found is I may have a big yap, but my voice just does not carry. I was screaming my head off for Lisa when I saw her run by, but there was no way she could hear me. (Note to self: purchase a megaphone for future spectating opportunities. Unless you have one I can borrow. Thanks.)
Not long after, Princesses Kellie and Nicole crossed the finish line and really DID have smiles on their faces. (However, I suspiciously think that was due more to the prospect of soon ingesting the gummy bears and pretzel crisps I had in my possession, than actually finishing the race.)
Whatever the reason, 90% of Team Can-Am was together, (again), with the exception of Rae, (well, we DID have flat Rae with us. See?) And just look at those great race signs!
All in all, psychopathic drive through no-man’s land aside, spectating the Princess Half Marathon was a blast, especially knowing that my girls were out there on the course having a great time – minus the puke factor of course. I would highly recommend that if you have someone special running any race – Disney or otherwise – get your dupa out there and cheer them on! Even if they don’t see/hear you, you can still obtain hero status. It’s all in the post race snack choices. Who knew.
Hero material. Seriously.
Enjoy the ride.
Have you ever played race spectator? Did you provide inspirational signs and snacks? Anyone puke on your shoes?