Friday Funny

As the hubby and I get ready for our first competitive run tomorrow, I leave you with this thought….

FF suck run

 

Enjoy the ride.

Do you have a race this weekend?  Will it include avoiding melting into the pavement and shenanigans?

When Running Is About More Than Yourself

Hey!  Look what I found!  My blog! Yayyyyyyy!!!!!

yay turtle

Yipppeeeee!!!!!

I know it’s been a crazy long time since I’ve regaled you all with tales of my shenanigans, but fear thee not!  I’m back. Pretty much.  Still trying to coordinate all the nonsense that makes life….well…LIFE.  Hang in there my faithful peeps.  I have all kinds of glorious tales lined up for you.  Stress, school, shenanigans, surgeries, spinning, puppies, paddleboarding, trips, and general madness and mayhem, just to name a few.  I’ll be catching you up on all the latest and greatest in the chaos that is the Black Dog world.  But that is for another day.

Right now though, it’s time for what shall be a glorious Black Dog return to racing! (Please keep in mind I consider complete and utter gloriousness simply putting one foot in front of the other for more than 8 feet without falling flat on my face).  After three months of pavement-less days, I have returned to my first love.  And I’m not talking just Moose Tracks, mutts, and margaritas here people.  Nope, uh huh, no way.  We’re talking honest to goodness RACING.  Like with a bunch of other peeps racing.  People ALL AROUND THE WORLD RACING.  AT THE SAME TIME!

“What are these shenanigans you speak of Black Dog?” you may ask.  Well, let me tell ya.  One thing that has always meant so much to me and a lot of other runners  too, is running for those who can’t.  Believe you me kiddos, knowing there are so many people out there who are unable to take even one step has helped me get through many a mile when all I wanted to do was call it quits.  That’s why my first race after Knee Gate Part II means so much.  Thanks to fellow Browardite and shenanigator Hokeyboy, I found out about this uber cool race that has NO FINISH LINE.  Crazeeee, right?!?  How can a race have no finish line, Black Dog?” you may ask.  Well, LET ME TELL YA.

Wings for Life World Run is just that – a world run.  On May 8th, runners from all over this hunk of rock we call home will be taking to the streets to run while raising funds for spinal cord injury research.  The coolest part?  100% of all registration fees and funds raised go to research.  How awesomesauce is THAT kidaroonies?!?  And that no finish line thingamahoozie?  Well, you just keep running until the official Chase Car catches up to you!  Yeppers kiddies, a chase car!  Thirty minutes after the runners cross the start line, the car is hot on the trail.  Okay, maybe “hot” isn’t exactly accurate.  More like turtle pace speeds to start.  Then each hour, it speeds up just a little more until the fastest runner is caught.

No, no, not THAT kind of caught sillykins.  Getting caught is actually a good thing!  “Why is that Black Dog?” you may ask.  Well, LET ME TELL YA.  Once you get passed, you the get to hop on a party barge!  Said party barge then takes you back to the start to engage in further post-race party shenanigans!  Party shenanigans that include shenanigating with the very peeps your donation money is helping out!

Now, from what I understand from Hokeyboy’s review of this most amazing day, meeting those whom your generosity is helping can be quite an emotional experience.  (Cue the sappy tears just thinking about it here.  It’s okay,  No judging from this Mistress of Sappiness.)  It can definitely help keep things in perspective when you’re having one of those runs and just want to throw in the shoelaces.  At least it does for this Queen of Busted Knees and Ibuprofen. As crappy a run as you may be having, at least you’re running.  Which is a whole lot more than those suffering from spinal cord injuries can do.

wheelchairs

You know what’s coming now my faithful followers.  Time for me to appeal to the generous hearts I know so many of you have.  Since I needed to make my return to racing about something so much bigger than just a pair of somewhat recovered #brokeknees, it seemed only appropriate to help those who can’t race today, maybe race some day.  And I need your help to do just that.

I’ve set up the Team Wonder Mutt page here.  As I’ve never been very good at this whole asking people for money thing, I set a very modest goal amount of $200 to start,  Imagine my surprise when, after only a week, I had already met that goal! (Thank you so so much to my friends and family who already donated!  You guys ROCK!)  Never being one to settle for mediocrity, what I’d like to do now is see just how much you guys can help me DOUBLE my goal amount!  Yes, my faithful Black Dog Bubbykins!  You go right ahead, pull out those credit cards that have just recovered from Christmas, and DONATE AWAY!  I promise it will result in nothing more than a warm, fuzzy feeling inside from helping those who want nothing more than simply to put one foot in front of the other.  And in the immortal words of Larry the Cable Guy, let’s…..”GIT ER DONE!”

wings for life

Let me take a moment and extend a very, very warm thank you to those who have already donated and to those of you who are already pulling out the plastic.  You guys are a big part of why I love this sport so much, and put up with all the aches, pains, and surgeries that I do.  If it wasn’t for you, a lot more people would never be able to put one foot in front of the other ever again.

For more information on this amazing event, please visit the Wings for Life World Run page here.  I promise, you’ll be glad you did.

 

Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever participated in a race like this?  Do you try to make your running about something bigger than yourself?  How did it make you feel?

 

Friday Funny

In honor of everyone losing their minds over runDisney’s announcement this week…..

FF Star Wars

Enjoy the ride.

Were you one of the many who went completely insane over the announcement of the East Coast Star Wars Half Marathon announcement this week?  Will you be trying to get in next year’s inaugural race, or will you be waiting until they work out the inevitable first time kinks?  Do you think it would be possible to run as a storm trooper and still manage to close the door to the starting line porta-potties?

What’s With All the Hoop-La???

Yup.  Never saw it coming, did ya?

Final Four

I may or may not have mentioned it before, but here at Black Dog Productions, we are a multisport dog house.  Running, soccer, football, baseball, we follow it all.  For a little change of pace this year, we decided to change things up a bit, and satisfy our ugly competitive battle of the sexes natures by jumping on the March Madness Bracket Bandwagon.  I won, hubby lost, he pays for lunch.  #suckstobehim

happy dance

However, to his credit, I was sitting with the game show dollar machine in full swing, unable to grab onto a single friggin’ blog post idea, when he threw out one of the GREATEST IDEAS EVER.  (Not really, but I’m going to let him think so.  If for no other reason than he’s just so damn cute.)  This is going to take some input from you guys so pay attention.  You too.  Yeah you.  The one in the back not paying attention.  Hey!  TURN OFF THE DAMN DUAL SURVIVOR MARATHON AND PAY ATTENTION.  THIS IS IMPORTANT STUFF HERE.

Does this bandanna make my dupa look fat?

Does this bandanna make my dupa look fat?

As we sit here watching Gonzaga and Duke duke it out, (get it?  DUKE it out? hehehe, I CRACK myself up!), wondering which is going to be the last team to make it to the Final Four, let us throw this poser out into the running world.

Final Four Races

Let’s hear it runners!  Are you a diehard Disney fan or more of a Marine/Boston/New York kind of schlepper?  Love those Rock ‘n’ Roll runs, or prefer the insanity that is Ragnar?  Or do you prefer those little local jaunts, where you know that guy who lives just north of Fort Lauderdale Beach always has a keg tapped in his driveway around mile 7 of the A1A Half/Full Marathon?  INQUIRING FURRY MINDS WANNA KNOW.

No rules here.  Any location, any distance, timed, not timed, we don’t care.  Let’s just see what everyone comes up with.  You never know, you just may find a new race you want to try.  That’s the beauty of race bucket lists – like my average race pace, it’s never consistent and always open to change.  Wait a minute, that’s not exactly a GOOD thing, is it?  Hmmm….

Wait.  What? Huh?  What was the question again?

Wait. What? Huh? What was the question again?

Enjoy the ride.

Get those phalanges moving people!  We want to know what your fave races are and what makes them total packages of awesomeness.  Is it the people, the places, the drink/snack selections?  Or, perhaps even the on-course entertainment?  (Have no fear, Team Can Am will be taking requests again at this year’s Wine and Dine.)

This Could Get Ugly

*It’s that time again…time for the cool kids to run over and check out the weekly Monday morning Magical Mickey Linkup at run.geek.run(disney).  Are you cool enough to go??

This just may start a Disney war, but here goes…..what is your favorite Disney resort?

AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

Have you ever seen Disney Dorks get into heated conversations about the best whatever about Disney World?  It’s pretty amusing actually.  And I can fully poke fun because I am definitely one of those Dorks.  Especially when it comes to the best “getting into trouble” spots.  Anyone over the age of 21 should know what those are :).

There are a thousand categories we could argue about here, but I’m only going to hit up my top four:  resort, restaurant, bar, and race.  Feel free to weigh in.  Except on the race.  I win, hands down.  You lose.  Go away.

FAVE DISNEY RESORT:

This is kind of a toughie for me as there are still so many I haven’t stayed at yet – basically because I have yet to hit Powerball or have had a long-lost rich relative knock off.  Should you have done either, feel free to share in your bountiful Disney harvest.  That being said, I’d have to say my favorite Disney resort hotel thus far is…..da da da da daaaaaaaa!!!!!  Coronado Springs.

Ooooooohhhhh, aaaaaaahhhhhhh....

Ooooooohhhhh, aaaaaaahhhhhhh….

The running path is a little short, but the landscaping is beautiful, the rooms are great, (especially the king rooms), and the gym is awesome.  I love the spots you can hang out on the sand and watch the world go by, including the local, furry, residents.

Not really.  Just checking to see if you were paying attention.

Not really. Just checking to see if you were paying attention.

You may not see any elk, but there are squirrels, rabbits, fish, and birds galore.  Trust me on the birds. They’re everywhere.  Including RIGHT OUTSIDE your window when you’re trying to sleep in.

Mock you I shall.

Mock you I shall.

FAVE DISNEY RESTAURANT:

This was also a difficult call, but we here at Black Dog Productions (sounds impressive, doesn’t it?), decided to go with Tutto Italia in Epcot.  If you can, sit outside in the glassed in room.  It’s quieter, and a much more intimate setting.  The food is phenomenal, and the wine list is expectedly awesome.  My suggestion: have your server or the sommelier make a recommendation.  We went with a bottle of Castiglion Del Bosco at our server’s recommendation.  A little pricey, but well worth it.

Hello beautiful.

Hello beautiful.

FAVORITE WATERING HOLE:

Another tough call, and if it wasn’t for one memorable moment, I would have gone with either La Cava del Tequila or the Rose and Crown.

Ahhhhh, we return to the scene of the crime....

Ahhhhh, we return to the scene of the crime..

Let me just put it out there – I HATE 50’s Prime Time Cafe.  I went there once, could not STAND the corniness of the place, and never went back.  I know many of you think the place is a total hoot.  I, on the other hand, would rather have my fingernails yanked out with a pair of pliers.  Yes, it was THAT bad.  Go ahead, revoke my Dork Card.  I’ll earn it back.  Because I AM that big of a Dork. 🙂

So back to the one moment in time that sold us on the Tune In Lounge as the best bar in Disney.  Stick with me here:

top shelf margarita – $20

Nursing your kid while drinking the top shelf margarita – PRICELESS

If I’m lying I’m dying.

Yeah mama!

Yeah mama!

FAVORITE DISNEY RACE:

No argument.

Really. No argument.  Don't even bother.

Really. No argument. Don’t even bother.

No middle of the night wake up call, Food and Wine Festival nibbles and libations, and Epcot ALL TO YOURSELF.  How can one possibly argue with THAT???  Not to mention, HUGE potential for post race #shenanigans…

Yes, yes I do.

Yes, yes I do.

So there you have it – Black Dog’s Disney World Favorites.  Agree or disagree?  Let’s hear it.  Whoever loses the argument has to eat at Prime Time.  Tied to a chair.  Unsedated.

oh no kittens

 

Enjoy the ride.

Let’s hear it!  What are your Disney faves?  Do any of them include the probability of shenanigans?  Have you ever wanted to start a food fight in the Prime Time Cafe?  WAS IT FUN???

You Don’t Have To Run To Be A Princess

But it sure comes in handy if you do.

Tiara

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?!?"

“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!

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!

Princesses1

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 worthy.

Hero material.  Seriously.

 

Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever played race spectator?  Did you provide inspirational signs and snacks?  Anyone puke on your shoes?  

Corral Crazies Anyone?

To all those stuck in the frozen tundra of the northeast – including various members of my family – think warm thoughts.

Beach House fishermen1

I’m sitting here watching Saving Mr. Banks for the umpteenth time – that PL Travers was quite the, well, YOU know – and following with morbid fascination the animated FB conversation over Princess Weekend corral placements.

"For the love of feathers Frank, get in the back of your darn corral, will ya?"

“For the love of feathers Frank, get to the back of your darn corral, will ya?”

Why do people get so hyped up over corral placements at every single runDisney event?  I get not wanting to start in the last corral if you’re not going to be walking the entire race, but geesh, is it really worth getting so darn worked up over it?  You’re going to start where you’re going to start.  You may have people finish in front of you and maybe people behind you.  But for the love of Mickey, YOU’RE RUNNING IN THE LAND/WORLD OF THE MOUSE!  How can anyone get their panties all in twist when THESE guys are on the course?

KN Villains

The villains are pretty cool too.   (Totally ripped off from Will Run For Ears.  Thanks Kellie!)

I think waiting for the corral placements to come out is always part of the anticipation of any Disney race, probably because it’s the final step before the actual event.  Will I be starting further away from the balloon ladies?  Will I be running for my life in order not to get swept?  Could I – dare I say it – possibly score an AG award?  Or – like me – just pray to the running gods that you can finish without the knees imploding.  A relatively pain-free race would be better than any AG award at this particular junction of my running career.

STILL waiting...

STILL waiting running gods.  Still waiting…..

Yet, the Corral Crazies continue.  I don’t know, maybe it’s just a mandatory part of race anticipation, like training and unfortunate, untimely belly blowups.  (Like that analogy, don’tcha?)  Everyone will always have their opinions and arguments over where the slower runners should be, whether or not PR’ing at a Disney race is possible, and who should get out of who’s way if they want to stop for pictures.  But my opinion is this:  run your race, whatever that may be.  Don’t sweat where you start as sooner or later you’re going to get the finish line (hopefully), and just take the time to enjoy what you’re doing and where you’re doing it.  And maybe – just maybe – if you’re in just the right place, at just the right time, you just might hear some GREAT singing.

"I can show you the course..."

“We can show you the course…”

 

Enjoy the ride.

Ever find yourself caught in the Corral Crazies?  Is it important to you where you start a race from or do you just do your best from wherever you begin?  Is stopping for character photos a big part of your race?  Have you been “lucky” enough to hear us singing during a Disney race?  Wish you hadn’t?