One of the things I love about Disney races is wearing your medals around the parks after the races are over. Where else would I get to do that? This time was particularly fun because there were so many people sharing war stories about a tough race. It was good to strike up conversations with complete strangers and find out that they had just as many issues with the heat as I did.
Tara and I proudly donned our Goofy medals to parade around the parks on Monday. We got on the bus and a guy wearing a marathon medal was sitting across from us. Next to him was a family. The girl asked her mom why my medal was different from the guy wearing the marathon medal.
"Mommy, why is her medal different from his?" asked the little girl.
"She only did the half marathon," was her mom's reply.
Is it bad that it took everything in me not to butt in and correct her? After all, how many Goofy medals are possibly in my future? Don't ask Fruitfly. I've already agreed to do 2015 with her.
First, we went to Epcot. Tara wanted to this Seed Tour thingy and my blisters were so bad that I didn't want to join her. So she did that while I got myself some champagne in France and took a few character pictures.
|I could have used a magic carpet ride during the marathon.|
|These go nicely together.|
|I stumbled across these guys by accident, |
but I'm not one to waste a photo op!
|Tacos? Yes, please!|
|Not really sure what kind face a moose makes. Hmm.|
After that, we headed over to the Magic Kingdom. Not sure how I got such a perfect picture, but I'll take it!
|I want to live here.|
|Tara kicked my ass...|
|I forget that they still have the electric light parade at WDW.|
|Serious stuff going on here.|
|Can't trust that guy. He's trying to steal my medal.|
|I <3 this picture.|
Can't wait for our next run Disney adventure. Dumbo Double Dare, here we come!