Tower of Terror 10 miler. Hot and Heavy.
My husband has a big birthday at the end of this week.
Really big.
And great wife that I am thought what would be good way to celebrate?
Go run 10 miles starting at 10 p.m.
At Walt Disney World.
Goofy and silly and something we would have done long ago when we were dating.
We got up Saturday morning and headed to the expo.
Here’s the birthday boy with his shirt. This shirt was a rare exception to the rule that any race my husband runs guarantees a incredibly stupid shirt.
These were not bad at all.
Then fun moment of expo.
I saw people lined up to chat with Jeff Galloway.
I’ve followed his running advice for years — so I did something very rare.
I stopped and waited. And waited. And since it was just the two of us, I didn’t have a worry in the world that some impatient child would start to whine.
It was wonderful.
After picking up our number, we got to the hotel.
Headed out to the pool and hung out.
Pretty nice.
Then we took a little nap and woke up at 8 pm and walked to Hollywood Studios for the race.
My husband loved the fact that it was night time. For most other races, it would have been dark because it would have been five in the morning.
I’m sorry that I don’t have any photos taken during the race because this carnage happened Friday afternoon.
I’m still pretty heartsick about it so I didn’t bother with it on the 10 mile race considering it was taking it with me on a run that resulted with it looking like this in the first place.
So —
We got to the start line and after lots of Disney fireworks and hoopla . . .
We took off.
It was hot and very humid. I knew about mile three we had better slow down.
The race course wound around to the Braves spring training field and we got to run around that — which was cool.
But leaving the Wild World of Sports Complex heading back with three miles to the finish…my dear hubby wasn’t doing so good.
He felt sick.
And looked it.
Great. Of course this made me feel bad for him, so we walked — which was fine. Though honestly, by this point I was pretty miserable in the heat and wanted the thing over with.
But we finished together.
I went and got him a Tylenol.
After that and a lager he seemed in better spirits.
I’ve done tons of these Disney races– fulls, triathlons and halfs — and this was by far the most I’ve seen people affected by the heat.
Not trying to be negative, just honest. I wish we had trained more for a 13 mile distance rather than 10. Ten doesn’t sound like much but when you are running in a sauna your energy is sapped fast.
That said it was a great time. And cool medals with a little moving elevator.
Hubby rallied and we rode the rides and didn’t get back to our room till after 4 a.m.
Only to retrieve a voice message from the front desk that our car had been damaged in the hotel parking lot. (But that is another post entirely.)
I’d certainly do it again.
You’d have to ask my husband for his answer. I already think I know his answer.
What about you? Do you like to run at night?
