Well, I did it.
Yesterday I did what I’ve been putting off for way too long; I officially registered for the Disney World Marathon.
Right now, I’m feeling excited, overwhelmed and a wee bit nauseous. My next step is to visit the psychiatrist, because clearly I’m not of sound mind. I’m also thinking of putting a divorce lawyer on retainer because I think this is all Craig’s fault.
How dare he encourage me. How dare he support me as I challenge myself both physically and mentally.
Training is the hard part. The actual race won’t be a piece of cake, but with all the hoopla and adrenaline on race day, I hope it’ll be enjoyable (if that’s possible?). And the training? Well, running 14, 16, 18, 20 mile long runs seem daunting and a wee bit unattainable.
Our hotel reservations are complete; we have plane tickets, too. My credit card LOVES me right now. Racing isn’t cheap, but I’m hopeful that the joy of the experience will more than make up for the amount of money I just sunk into this race.