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Last Weekend Part 2

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.

I'm unsure I will ever run in tulle again.

I’m unsure I will ever run in tulle again.

And posed.

I find standing next to chipmunks to be slimming

I find standing next to chipmunks to be slimming

And posed.

I want to do a Star Wars race.

I want to do a Star Wars race.

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.

My headband says "Run like it's Midnight"

My headband says “Run like it’s Midnight”

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.)

Stupid Plantar Fasciitis

I signed up for the Disneyland Tinkerbell half marathon.  Two of my friends decided to go with me.

Then I got plantar fasciitis.  So I stopped running and now I’m trying to train on an elliptical and bike.  My two friends keep running.

I want to finish all together and have fun and not be exhausted so we can spend the rest of the day just enjoying life.  And eating whatever we want afterwards because we just ran and burned 15 million calories.

And if I don’t burn 15 million calories, I won’t feel like I can eat whatever I want.  And, really, what is the point of entering a race if you can’t stuff your face after?

I entered this race two days after my miscarriage when I decided I didn’t want to be around for Mother’s Day.  So why not run a race?  I’ll get back into shape, lose weight, get endorphins, have something to concentrate on.

But my body said no and I developed foot pain and now I have to work out around it.  I will probably be walking 13.1 miles and that’s just stupid.  I did that last year and I did not handle it well.  (I pouted the whole time I drank my frozen hot chocolate and ate three cupcakes.)

I don’t want to walk this race.

I want to jog this race very, very slowly.

Like the true athlete I am.

Even my spray tan is sad.  It's crying.

Even my spray tan is sad and crying.