And now for the rest of Mother’s Day weekend.
(Sorry it’s late. I became ill. When I am ill, I revert to the 1800’s and take to bed waiting for someone to spoon feed me broth. This never actually happens.)
If you want to forget it’s Mother’s Day, I highly recommend finishing a half marathon the day after spending 9 hours at Disneyland. Then AFTER the half, spend the next 9 hours at California Adventure. You will be so sore, you will forget what day it actually is.
At least that’s what happened to me.
I’ve been suffering from Plantar Fasciitis so I didn’t expect to finish. I actually didn’t plan on doing it at all but there wasn’t anyone to sell my bib to and when you get to Disneyland you become possessed and think anything is possible if you wish upon a star.
So I walked down the green carpet and picked up my stuff and with the music and the people and the fairy dust, I declared to Amber that I was going to do it. I thought I would just walk through the parks and meet all of the characters they had along the race. Then I would demand a metal because I’d already paid for it.
Amber and Brittany ran. I said goodbye and turned on some NPR.
Because I didn’t care about my time, I posed.
And then I was out of the parks.
Here’s the thing. I was almost halfway by then and I thought I could do it. No biggie.
13.1 miles without training is a biggie. But I kept going. And I finished.
I may not have told my podiatrist I did this. He was not sure it would be beneficial to my foot. I have yet to notice a difference but I may have put my healing back a while.
It’s not my fault.
Stupidity usually couples with stubbornness.
And there was that stupid fairy dust…
(I won’t be entering another race until I’m fully healed, however. I at least learn. Sometimes. When I limp.)