Am I Goofy or What? Race Recap Part II: Walt Disney World Marathon

In Case You Missed It:
Read the first part of my race recap HERE.

I woke up even earlier on Sunday morning. The wake-up call came at 2:00 a.m. (and my cell phone and travel alarm clock went off too – just in case). I hadn’t got much sleep. I think I tossed and turned for about two and a half hours – the only two and a half hour I spent in bed. I hit the snooze button on my alarm for 15 more minutes.

I had to get up. I rolled out of bed put my feet on the floor. My first few steps were painful. And so were the ones following that. The bottoms of my feet literally ached with every step I took from the bed to the bathroom. Walking on my blister was like walking on shards of glass. Cold relief on the bathroom floor, but only for a few moments.

I got dressed in the dark. My quads, calves, ankles and even my knees were feeling fine; but my feet throbbed. They were swollen and read and it was not pleasant stuffing them into my second pair of shoes. I hobbled to the lobby and outside of the hotel. It seemed to take forever. Not a good sign, but I remained positive, convinced that once I got the blood flowing things would feel better. After all, I did just roll out of bed in the middle of the night to run a marathon.

I caught the first bus at 3:00 a.m. in an effort to avoid another traffic jam and having to rush to the starting corrals, which I was no thankful for even though it meant I had to get up early. Naturally, there was no traffic and I got to the baggage check in about 11 minutes. Perfect. I found a bench to get off my feet. It was busy in the Family Reunion area – people rushing around to get their gear together and still others lying on blankets trying to catch the last few minutes of sleep. I think it was too early for anyone to be talking much as it was pretty quiet except for the DJ who was literally blaring any and all obnoxious pop songs.

As I was getting ready to head into the gear check when I remembered Stephanie from Running to Health was running her first marathon today. I texted her to see where she was and as it turns out, she was right in front of the Information Tent, which was right in front of me! I navigated the thickening crowd searching for her when I heard someone call out my name. It was Stephanie, one of her friends and her brother, who was also running the Goofy Challenge. She said she wasn’t feeling well due to a cold and was a little nervous. It was so awesome meeting Stephanie! She was nice and encouraging and everything she is on her blog – a great friend to have on your side. I love this picture of us:

I waved goodbye to Stephanie, wishing her well and checked my gear. Just outside of the tent, I found a self-service aid tent offering bandages, tape, Tylenol, Biofreeze, Vaseline and a myriad of other quick fixes. I grabbed some bandages and Vaseline and a chair. I took off my shoe and smothered my left toe and foot in Vaseline. As I was about to apply the bandages, a couple came up to me and asked me if I had a blister. They were running the Goofy too. I said yes and they told me not to bandage it, but to tapeit. They helped me and I did. Between that and the Vaseline, the friction on my blister was reduced, but my feet were still swollen. I resolved not to care. I was going whether it hurt or not.

I made it into the corral by 5:00 a.m. and waited again for the wheelchair start at 5:30. The waves seemed to move a lot faster today, maybe there were less people running the marathon. I looked back and was able to see the end of the race and the balloon pacers behind me. I couldn’t do that yesterday. My goal was to stay ahead of them and worst case, with them. Start out strong and make my gains early. I could walk some of the second half if I needed to, but I wanted to run hard for the first five to six miles. Mickey gave the go-ahead and we were off!

I ran hard for the first four miles. My feet were still hurting. I started to fall back behind the pack I was running with. Quickly. A guy on a bicycle rode up next to me (I learned later he was part of the pacing team, we’ll call him Chase) and asked me how I was doing. I smiled and said great! “Really?” he asked me, “Because your gait says differently. I don’t want to see you hurt. It’s not worth it.” I’m going to keep going. “Let me know if you need anything, we’re here,” he said as he rode ahead, stopping to check on the next runner ahead of me. Some other bikes coasted by. I felt like I was moving slower already. Keep it together. Don’t stop running.

Epcot (for the first time), done. Magic Kingdom, up  next. Then Animal Kingdom, Hollywood Studios and back to Epcot. No problem, keep running. You’ve got this.

I fell in with a new pack of runners. We were slow and running just with the pacers, but we were doing it. I came to rely on this new group of friends for the next several miles into the Magic Kingdom and the halfway mark. There was Manny who was also running the Goofy and he told me how this was his first half and full marathon. There was Billy the Kid who was only 14 and running the marathon relay with his mom. He was running the first half, we heard his parents cheering as we neared the Kingdom. He kept repeating that all he had to do was stay with the balloons. “You’ve got this, Kid,” I told him over and over again. He told me he was chaffing and it hurt like a bitch.

There was Molly who carried the balloons and normally runs at a 14:00 minute pace. Today she was walking a 16:00 minute mile. She paces the Disney races every year. She talked about the rainy training season they had. And several others who helped me through those miles with little words of encouragement or stories from their own lives.

It was hot as we came into the Magic Kingdom. A lot hotter than any of the weather reports had stated it would be. The sun was glaring off of the blacktop and I wasn’t dressed for warmer temperatures. I tried to ignore the heat and the pain. 13.1 down, 13.1 more to go. The Kid was gone. I know he turned off to finish and made his parents proud. Manny was behind me and working hard to keep up. I waved at him, yelling at him to keep it up and he started running again. “We’ve got this, Manny!!!!” I screamed.

The next three or four miles were surreal. Somehow, I managed to pick up my pace to a 14:00 and I was flying. I was feeling confident again and I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to. The pacers faded from my sight, a good sign. I kept running hard.

In the Magic Kingdom

Then, I crashed. My pace slowed and I was back with pacers, Manny and the others. They caught up quick. Chase zipped by and asked me how I was feeling. “You’re gaits worse, my friend and your limping. Tell me what hurts.” My feet. My foot, a blister. All this for a blister? “Do you need a medic, Sara?” No. Just let me run.

The pacers were ahead of me as we ran into the Animal Kingdom. It was hot and I smelled the animals. Some were out with their handlers to greet us. I vividly remember seeing an owl what seemed like inches from my face, but that is about it. I passed another checkpoint and saw the Pace Crew waving red flags. I was behind. Keep running.

I looked behind me and saw bikes only. A lotof them. I started to get scared and tried to run faster. One of them rode up to me. His name was Joe. “You know there is a hard cut coming up next.” What does that mean? “They’re making cuts after the next mile. If you can, catch up to the balloons and you will be safe for a few more miles.” I’m never safe. I can’t possibly catch up to them. They’re wayahead of me. “Yeah, they are, but you can try your best.” You’re right, Joe. I kicked it.

That mile, Mile 17, was an 11:30 pace. I caught up to the balloons, just as they made a cut. I looked behind me and saw the gate to the Animal Kingdom coming down. I saw runners on the other side, unable to pass, including Manny. I waved to him frantically. “You GO, Sara!” he screamed. “YOU GO!”

I turned my focus back to what was ahead of me. My phone was ringing and it was my husband asking where I was because he just sawthem make a cut. I blubbered something about a fast mile. “Hang up the phone,” he said, “I see you.” He was there running beside me with the pace team and I started wailing at what I know was the top of my lungs. “This is my husband and I did it! This is my husband and I did it!” I don’t know how many times I said that. My sister was there too. They had bananas and an icy cold wash cloth. It was heavenly. It was perfect. I continued to wail and cry and say I couldn’t believe I caught up to the balloons. My husband and Mollie faded from my side.

We were on our own again. I knew all I had to do was keep up with the balloons. You did the hard part. Now stay here. Just take it easy. You did the hard part. Another mile down. And another.

Joe was riding next to me again. “Sara!!” he exclaimed “You did it! You’re here.” You! I wailed and retold the whole Mile 17 story again. I was crying again Joe was hooting and hollering. I did it, Joe, because of you. I had to try, just like you said. And here I am. “You keep running, girl, keep running.” Joe rode off.

It was going into Mile 20 now and was steadily going uphill. I started noticing the pain again. Still. It was hot. And I was thirsty. Someone rode up next to me on a bike. On both sides. On the right, it was Chase. “Sara,” he said softly “Mile 20 we’re making a cut, but I’m not pulling you yet. You have to run, though, run hard.” I started running. The balloons were gone. Where did they go? When did I get away from them? I must be behind. On my other side was Adam, another pacer. “Are you thirsty?” Yes, God yes. “Hang on, Sara, hang on.” Chase was gone. Adam was gone. Checking on other runners. Someone ahead of me, who I passed, was complaining that the bikes were too much pressure. No, I thought. I wouldn’t be here without them. Keep running.

Through Mile 20 and more red flags. I kept running. No one told me to stop. Adam was ahead of me, riding towards me with a cup of PowerAde. Thank God. No, thank Adam. I chugged it and felt some new energy. “You’ve got this, Sara. If you can make it to Mile 22 then you’ll be safe.” I’m never safe. But, I made it to Mile 17 I cried hysterically! “You did! And that was awesome! You can do this too.” I can? “I believe in you. Look at me – I’m riding a bike. You’re doing all the work here. You’ve got this.” I do. Adam rode with me for most of Mile 21. He was talking, telling me how proud he was.

It was then that I knew I wouldn’t make it to 26.2 miles. I knew my race would be over at Mile 22. And, perhaps most surprising to myself, I felt a bit of relief. My feet were hurting horribly and my blister felt like it had consumed most of my left foot. I kept running. Then, out of nowhere, I started crying again. I had to do this. For my Mom. “Sara, you did do this. You are doing this,” Adam said. He was still there? For how long? A car rode up next to me. A squad to be more specific. No, I thought. “You’re hurting, Sara. How bad is it?” How did you know my name?

“She’s been limping since Mile 4 and this girl is still running.” It was Chase. He was on my other side. Mile 22 and a bus. I kept running. Chase circled in front of me and put his arms out to gently stop me. I fell into them. “I know,” he said as he hugged me, “I am so proud of you, Sara.” The next thing I knew Joe and Adam and Chase were all off their bikes circling around me cheering and clapping. I was swallowed whole in one gigantic hug. I think I was still on my feet. Joe put his arms around me and told me, “I am so so proud of you. You did this. YOU did this.” I think I was crying or wailing or both. My feet wouldn’t work. I mumbled something about my mother.

Joe grabbed me by the shoulders and looked me in the eye and said, “Sara, your mother is so proud of you right now. Don’t you ever doubt that. You may not be okay with this today or tomorrow or the next day or the days after that, but one day, you will see that you did do this.” I did? But, it’s only Mile 22. I failed. “No you didn’t. NO YOU DID NOT. And if nothing else, me and these guys don’t ever forget how proud we are of you.” I was crying. I think Joe put walked me onto the bus. He said something under his breath to the Guest Services man waiting for me on the bus. He quickly grabbed some PowerAde and started asking me to drink it. Did I look bad? I must. The driver was staring at me.

I remember sitting on the bus as it started moving. The man who was with me was talking to me about how I was not a failure and how I gave it my all and that is what mattered. I looked at him and asked him if he ever dropped out of a race. Remind me never to ask that again. He said he was a professional runner in his “other” job and that he had never attempted the Goofy because it was one really tough race. He said the conditions were about the worst you could ask for on any given race day – unexpected heat and fast. He said he wouldn’t even go out for a few miles on a day like today. He said, “You can come back next year and really show Goofy whose boss!” Hell No. I’m never doing this again. “Of course you will,” he mused. He told me every great runner has a race they didn’t finish – they couldn’t finish or weren’t permitted to finish. “It makes you real.” I wasn’t before? What happens next?

I called my husband and told him I was on the bus. Dead silence. He didn’t have to say anything to let me know he was worried. I told him I would see him at the Finish Line. He said he would make his way there.

I got to the Finish Line and the aid tent. Someone helped me off the bus and sat me in a chair. A nurse was taking my shoes off and looking at my toes. Ew. I wouldn’t want to touch those right now. Adhesive tape on my skin being torn off. They had no choice. I winced and wailed some more. “Your toe is raw, my friend,” he said. Really? I had no idea. Ouch. Ouch. What are you doing to it? “Why did you tape it so much?” I don’t know! Water. I need water.

Someone put a Marathon medal in my hand. I don’t deserve this, man, I didn’t finish the race. “You ran the race. We want you to hold onto the memory.” I didn’t finish the race.

“Who here is Sara?” someone yelled. I looked around. There was only one other person in the medical tent. Me? Me! It was a woman wearing a pace jacket and she had a phone in her hand. “Call for you!” Who? What? Me? Me!

I grabbed the phone. It was Joe! “Always remember I am proud of you,” he told me. I don’t remember what I said.

I hobbled to the Family Reunion area, stubbornly refusing any assistance in the wheeled or human form and fell into my husband’s arms. He was with my sister and we didn’t say much. I think I recounted the whole race as we inched back to the hotel. Everything hurt. My feet were huge, my blister had consumed most of the bottom of my left foot and all of my pinky toe. It looked hideous. My very first battle wound. “How did you run on that?” someone asked me. I just did was my response.

I met my Dad at the hotel who assured me that he and my mother were both very proud of me. I told him I knew. “I didn’t quit, Dad.” I don’t remember what else we said.

I managed a smile when it was all over. Maybe it was the whiskey.

I didn’t make the Goofy Challenge – only 35 of 39.3 miles – but I would not trade this experience for the world. It was amazing. And totally worth the pain (I still can’t walk right and my toe is a mess and I have a horrible cold).

And yes, I will be back to show Goofy whose boss. I can’t let him be the one that got away after all.

Disney Medals.
My now full Medal Display!

Until the next mile marker, 

 

Comments

  1. Amazing! You are such a great inspiration :) Rock on, sista! Also, I hope you feel better ASAP. You will definitely show Goofy who is boss, of that I am certain!

  2. Kayla Breems says:

    Wow! Great recap! Great job!!! Way to push through the pain and do your best! That was so great of Adam, Joe, and Chase to stick with you and encourage you, especially calling you in the med tent!! I know the guys on bikes helped when I was there running with a friend, they were always telling us how far ahead of pace we were etc and very encouraging! Great job! I’m sure you will conquer Goofy next time!! :)

  3. Runnermaybe says:

    You are AMAZING and such an inspiration! You should be so proud of what you accomplished and that you had the courage to start!

  4. I feel like I was with you after reading your recap – it brought up all of the emotions of my Goofy, combined with all of the emotions in your story, and I just wish I could give you a hug right now! Thank you so much for sharing your story and I know that you’ve got another Goofy in you.

  5. 35 miles? Absolutely nothing to be ashamed of! Most people haven’t run that many miles in their life! Great Job & Congrats!

  6. WOW. just wow. I felt like I was right there with you

  7. I have tears running down my face. I’m so proud of you. So moved by your determination – mile 17? Wow. Seriously?

    Running on that foot, those blisters, the heat – after a half marathon the day before… Words can’t express.

    The phone call in the tent from Joe — what an awesome person.

    I want to meet Joe and the rest of those guys and hug them and gush and tell them how appreciative I am for their care, concern, support and kindness to my friend whom they were there for. What an awesome triumph. xo

  8. Heather McAllister-Winkler says:

    What an amazing story! I can not believe you ran as much as you did with your feet as bad as they were!

  9. Sara, I am so choked with emotion reading this recap. Amazing to me that you can remember so many details!

    I am so proud of you, my Friend! You continue to be my inspiration every day.

    I do hope you are feeling better and taking care of that foot.

    :)

  10. Sara, I am crying!! What a great story!! You are amazing. I am proud of you!!

  11. Stephie80b says:

    This made me cry. I joined MIT this year because I happened upon your blog one day. You are an inspiration. It really is because of you that I am now running. I ran 5 miles this weekend for the first time ever! Thank you!!!!

  12. Stephanie Grigely says:

    What a story, you are so amazing!
    We both had a battle to fight that day, and you did a great job fighting yours. I was wondering about you after I finished, and regained composure and sanity. I hope your foot is healing up, and your hunny is taking good care of you. It was a tough day for a race & you did goofy & your mom proud. It was so great to meet you, and I hope we can meet up again sometime!

  13. runningperseverance says:

    omg. tears. so many tears right now. i am so unbelievably proud of you. and how strong you are. and how absolutely incredibly inspiration you are. you are amazing! i am so happy that you had SO many people there for you! i know your mom was looking down with the biggest smile. congrats on an amazing and memorable experience!

  14. Just came across your blog… way to go conquering Disney, I’m so impressed!

  15. Okay, balling my eyes out here. I am so proud of you and to call you my friend. You did amazing.

  16. Niki Miller says:

    What an amazing story! You are such an inspiration to so many people! I hope your foot is healing and hope to see you out at MIT soon!

  17. Shannonabc123 says:

    Ok. You made me tear up SEVERAL times. Way to go!!!! You did a great job. :)

    Shannon
    http://www.everystepcounts365.wordpress.com

  18. This was unbelievably inspirational! I am SO proud of you and you make me want to run harder! Way to push through the pain, the hurt, the frustration – everything. You DESERVE that medal – wear it with pride!

    I also absolutely loved the biker that stayed by your side the entire time. What a testament to Disney’s volunteers! They sure know how to put on a great race – and this makes me love Disney even more (if that were even possible!)

    I’m SO excited to hear you kick Goofy’s butt next time – along with all the other races your running journey takes you! :)

  19. Whitney Sutherland says:

    What a moving story…the love and support of the race crew and volunteers sounded really special and well deserved. Way to tackle a tough challenge and keep after it even with blistered feet. You are awesome!!!

  20. Holly Schlosser says:

    I just clicked on the link from Jen in From Fat to Finish Line, and read your race report. I am in tears. You are one amazing woman! Be proud of your 35 miles, you have so much determination and strength and deserve those medals!

  21. What an inspirational story Sara! I can’t imagine running a marathon the day after a half, much less running on a blister all day. I hope that you’re proud of your accomplishment and perseverance! Great job!

  22. So glad the majority of the comments are the same as mine. How amazing are you, Sara?! Your story moved me so much. What an amazing amount of perseverance!!

  23. Wow congratulations, such a great job! Absolutely amazing run and so inspiring. Thanks for sharing your story.

  24. Wow, I just read your whole recap and I am awed! You are so strong! I can’t imagine starting, let alone getting to mile 22, after having horrible blisters and already being in pain. You did a great job! Thank you for sharing your story!

  25. Wow, I just read your whole recap and I am awed! You are so strong! I can’t imagine starting, let alone getting to mile 22, after having horrible blisters and already being in pain. You did a great job! Thank you for sharing your story!

  26. I just joined MIT and I haven’t met you yet but you brought me to tears! You ROCK, girlfriend!

  27. Justice Garoutte says:

    Wow..I found your blog through Katie (Runs for Cookies) linked through Jen and I am so glad I did. I am a brand new runner, starting training for my first 5K. This post along with your “My story” brought me to tears several times. You are an inspiration and the people who surrounded you this day are amazing. I can’t believe how much and how awesome their support was. Just an amazing story! Thank you for sharing it.

  28. Christina says:

    Wow. You. Are. Awesome. A true inspiration to me.

  29. mooreonrunning says:

    Sara you are a rock star! Your ability to keep going and push your body the way you did is amazing. I ran those races and know how hard it really is! Thanks for the comments on my blog too. I will be coming back here for inspiration! By the way, you earned that medal!

  30. So. I just found your blog, saw a link to this on another blog. I have read a million race recaps, and write race recaps on my own blog…but have never, and I mean NEVER, cried reading a race recap until now. I just freakin’ CRIED reading how brave you were, how you persevered, and how wonderful our running community is. It made me fall in love with running even more. I am SO impressed by you. I can’t even fathom doing what you did!

  31. Oh, the tears streaming down my face! You DID IT, girl! I’m so very proud of you, and I just “met” you tonight, moments ago. Your story is just amazing & incredible. *more tears*

  32. Suzanne Westenhofer says:

    What a tear jerker! You are such a wonderful writer and a strong woman. I hope you know how amazing you are!

  33. Jamie Bruesehoff says:

    Wow. Tears streaming down my face. You should be so proud, and what an amazing group of people out there with you!

  34. Sara, I am just now reading this. Sitting here with tears in my eyes. I love love love that Chase was there with you and pushing you. Your Momma is so proud of you. SO freakin’ PROUD.

    next year, you will finish. and show them who’s boss!

  35. Joshualinville says:

    For what it is worth, I did Goofy this year. I finished the full in just under 4 hours and I was getting overheated. How in the world you were able to keep going in the later morning hours after the temps really got up is beyond me. On top of that, I’ve ran with blisters and honestly haven’t made it more than a couple miles before quitting. The fact that you gutted it out that long speaks volumes. Nice work. Go get it in 2013. Trust me, that Goofy medal is worth every step!

  36. Congratulations on conquering the Goofy! You are the second person to mention the heat to me (the first was the guy on the bus!), and looking back, I don’t think I realized how overheated I had become. I also had no idea how painful blisters were!

    For what it is worth, the fact that you stopped by to read my recap and what you said in your comment means the world to me! Thank you so very much.

  37. Joshualinville says:

    Are you signed up for 2013 Goofy? If you can get there, go get it done. My wife is running her first half with me while I go for Goofy number 3. She was worried about not being able to do it. I showed her your story and told her that if you could make it this far with all the bad conditions, then she sure as hell can finish a half!

  38. WOW! You are an inspiration! Amazing effort. I stumbled upon your story looking for images for the Goofy Challenge, as it is an event I want to complete in the coming years. To find a local person (also in MIT) intrigued me and I kept reading. Such an awesome story of giving all you have an having the desire to finish and make your Mom proud.

    “To Give Anything Less Then Your Best Is To Sacrifice The Gift”

  39. YOU ARE AN INSPIRATION!!!!! I did the full just last weekend, and finished 13 minutes over, but was in the safe zone after the infamous mile 24. I am planning on doing Goofy next year, and after reading about you, and how you NEVER, EVER, EVER, NEVER gave up, I am going to do it for sure now! Your mom is SO VERY PROUD OF YOU!!!! If I could harness even half of the courage and determination you displayed, I will live a much better life. Cheers to you!!!

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