All Roads Lead Back To….

W&D finish line

“I really hope this tape breaks. Otherwise I’ll be REALLY embarrassed.”

Today’s the day I find out if I’ll be able to have a fix-it done to what is turning out to be the most useless joints ever created.

Who?  US?!?

Who? US?!?  Ya THINK?!?!

I’m not asking to be the next Shalane or Kara.  I’m not even asking for the ever-retreating sub 2 hour half finish time.  I’m just asking to be able to run a half marathon – preferably the aforementioned Wine and Dine – relatively pain-free.  Yeah – NOT EVEN ASKING FOR NO PAIN HERE MOTHER NATURE.  I’d just like to be able to get through 13 miles without feeling like somebody is jabbing a giant railroad spike into the side of my kneecap.

Yeah.  NOT cool.

Yeah. NOT cool.

I don’t even know if it would be such a big deal if i hadn’t gotten sucked into the magic that is all things runDisney.  The hype, the costumes, the characters, the parties, the insane entry fees and registration madness – okay, maybe not those last two so much – but I’ve been lucky enough to make some really great friends thanks to a mutual love of running and Disney.  Weird how that place can do that, huh?

Cheesy grins?  Check!

Cheesy grins? Check!

"We are runDisney family!"

“We are runDisney family!”

What IS it about running through Disney parks – or the side streets of Anaheim – that’s just so damn…..magical?  I know I’ve thrown my reasons out there before, (here) and I’d love to hear what makes you sit anxiously at your computers on registration day, heartbeat racing, credit card in sweaty hand, ready to start screaming should the Active link suddenly explode, sending your information out into the great void of runDisney registration badlands.  At the very least, it will give me something interesting to read while I wait, heart rate a-pounding, for The Man #2 to put in an appearance.  Maybe some of that Disney magic will put in an appearance…

Tink!  Over here!

Tink! Over here!

Enjoy the ride.

Do you think Disney is a magical place?  Have you ever had pixie dust land in your eye?  Did it hurt?

Seeing as it’s Magical Mickey Monday, come visit the Purveyors of Pixie Dust over at run.geek.run(disney)!  You just might be surprised that Mondays can be a little less…….Mondayish.

What Do You Do When You Don’t Play Well With Others?

A question I ask myself often.

This is me.

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Well, not me EXACTLY, but you get the idea.  It’s not that I don’t play well with others, it’s just that I don’t…well…DO well with others.  I just don’t GET people.  Remember this?  Innate shyness and socially challenged is definitely part of my genetic makeup.  From where, I’m not really sure, as the rest of my siblings are pretty good at the whole blahblahblah thing.  I bring this up now for a couple of reasons.

I’m currently following the adventures of Stephanie as she gets ready to take on Part Two of her #marathonpalooza madness.  As she globe-trots from Orlando to Chicago to Orlando to Quantico to Orlando to NYC, back to Orlando for the Wine and Dine, and finally closing out the year with the Space Coast Marathon, I wonder first, how the HELL is she going to survive the insanity, and second, how would I handle going all those places and NOT KNOWING NARY A SOUL.  I can tell you.

Now where's my blankie?

Now where’s my blankie?

The second reason this popped out of my game show dollar machine brain is this: my torture master massage therapist Janet was telling me about this running group she ran into (pun intended) purely by accident a few weeks ago.  Hash House Harriers, an international running group, seems to have made its way to my area.  “Drinkers with a running problem” is their tagline, (how could you not love that?), and a group I could possible relate to.  Except for one little bitty problem.  GROUP.  E-GADS, how I hate that word.

scared Jerry

Aaaagggghhhhh!!!!

Now let there be no mistake.  I’ll talk to just about anyone after a little liquid courage is involved, but that’s not always conducive at the starting line.  Or the finish line if you think about it.  As much as I try, I just don’t have that innate ability to strike up a conversation with another living, breathing human being.  Now put a pooch in my path, and I’ll yak to them all day long.  But put good ol’ homo sapiens in my path, and I put on my best clam imitation.

Who me?  Noooo, you couldn't be talking to ME?

Who me? Noooo, you couldn’t be talking to me!

I really don’t know what the point is that I’m trying to make, except to say, how the heck do you DO it?  How does one strike up a conversation with a perfect stranger and not have them look at you like you’re a complete idiot?  Okay, idiot factor aside here, I constantly wonder at people’s ability to do just that.  I have heard the most hilarious conversations started in of all places, the mile long lines for those god-awful porta-potties at the start of the Wine and Dine every year.  But if you think about it, what better place to hit it off with complete strangers than standing in line, trying not pee your drawers, and actually TALKING about it??  Some places just incite the no shame rule.

Yes, you actually can Google Portapotties at Disney races and get boatloads of pictures.  Disturbing to say the least.

Yes, you actually can Google Portapotties at Disney races and get boatloads of pictures. Disturbing to say the least.

So I guess the best advice I can give myself – and you – is next time we find ourselves flying solo at a race, just hang out in the bathroom lines.  Guess you’ll never know who you may run into.  Hey, Kara and Shalane have to go at some point, don’t they???

karaandshalane

Hi ladies!

 

Enjoy the ride.

Ever find yourself  holding back from joining a group because you’re just too shy?  Did you do anything about it?  Were you glad you did or did you feel like a total schmuck the entire time?