Tower of Terror 10 Miler. Not So Scary at All.
Sometime we need to revisit things in life because they didn’t go as planned the first time around.
Last September my husband and I ran the inaugural Tower of Terror 10 Miler at Walt Disney World.
We died.
Okay not literally, but that race kicked my rear.
Lots of heat and humidity. We had only run about eight to nine miles maximum in training. Because what is 10 miles? At night?
Well, it was a lot more than my sorry behind could handle. We ended a pretty pathetic duo. Rather than riding all the rides afterwards as planned (the park stays open till 4 a.m.), we sat on a bench for two hours chasing a Tylenol with a few beers. The only rides we felt like attempting were — well, let’s just say there wasn’t any 40″ height requirement.
I was determined to have a great race. Because all my race experiences at Disney have been great. I wasn’t going to let 10 miles get the best of me.
So last weekend, once again we found ourselves in the parking lot at Hollywood Studies at 9 p.m. checking the college scoreboard on our phones and taking goofy shots because how else were you going to kill two hours before the race started?
The race commenced. We were pretty far back.
Which was fine, because I was going to take it slow have fun and my husband was going to walk.
He walks fast. So fast, I can’t walk with him. So we had major inappropriate PDA at the start (because we might never see each other again) and went our own way for 10 miles.
Now for some of my outstanding photo journalism.
There was a little bit of cross-country running about mile 5.
This guy and girl were with me the whole race. Every time I looked up at a mile marker, he was taking her photo.
Not sure who he was supposed to be. Her costume was a cross of Jasmine and the Cheshire Cat.
Was standing there taking the photo below when a creepy Walking Dead-esque pallbearer sidled up to me.
I got away speedy fast.
About this time I stopped taking pics because it occurred to me — once you’ve seen one picture of sweaty people running at midnight you’ve probably seen ten more than you really care to.
So I finished my 10 miles, got my coolio medal and sat on the ground and waited for my husband praying my phone battery would last till we met up.
We met up for the after race photo.
The photographer told us to kiss.
I included this proof because as I turned to my dearest, I kind of forgot what I was supposed to do.
Yes. I still was a little oopy after running 10 miles in 79 degrees and 79 percent humidity.
But after properly hydrating, we were able to ride the ride that bears the race’s name.
WARNING: The photo below is why you will never EVER see me sitting on a bar stool at 3 a.m.
Scary.
So what’a ya think? Up for running 10 miles at 10 p.m.?
Linking up with the fabulous Greta@gfunkied (who would totally be up for running 10 miles at 10 p.m.) and the equally fab Sarah@sundayspill for #iPPP.
