The paper towel display at the condo was nothing short of inspirational.
What could be better than a pirate themed condo?
A pre-race photo of me in front of a very pastel decor.
Eric and I just before the race. We have our running gear and are ready to go.
This photo shows several of the 15,000 people we ran the half-marathon with.
Here are the rest of the 15,000 people, give or take a few thousand.
Fireworks light up the early morning as the race begins, even though traditionally skyrockets in flight are an afternoon delight.
Smoke rises to the heavens. Smoke on the water. Fire in the sky.
Various Disney characters hail those of us about to run. They salute us.
Mile 3 shows "The Scream" and reveals that his fear was never that of being alone in a meaningless universe, but instead that a giant sharpie pen was attacking him. How very existential.
Eric checks his watch as we approach the contemporary. No, Eric, we are not almost done.
Mile 5 and lookin' alive! And ready to jive! 'cause we're gonna strive! I don't know why..ve.
You coming or are you gonna take photos all day?
Man on a mission heading into the Magic Kingdom, where the laws of physics are but playthings to powerful cartoon characters.
We run to tommorowland, where we see what people in 1966 thought that 1987 would look like.
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip and Dale, Space Rescue Rangers!
'In that direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, 'lives a Hatter: and in that direction,' waving the other paw, 'lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.''But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.''How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice'You must be' said the Cat 'or you wouldn't have come here'
Mile 6 and Cinderella's castle. Eric assumes a victory pose. Soon the pain will begin.
A better castle photo, and still a pose of victory. The pain has already begun.
This is Eric's favorite part of the Magic Kingdom, a very nice lamppost next to some shrubs.
Patriotic fever sweeps the Disney trio. Meanwhile, a clueless guy wanders in the middle of the race course.
Yee-haw. The wild west comes alive. What is the yellow thing the cowboy is holding, and was it traditional during the old west period?
As Eric poses by the cute chick, I am surrounded by god-awful ugly drunken bears. Looks like I drew the short straw here.
I insisted that we pose by the old number three engine. Why that woman in the sweatshirt and jeans is in the picture is beyond me. Notice my dramatic pose.
The pirates of the Carribean look on while Captain Jack totally ignores us as he ogles women running by. Can't say as I blame him.
Wish this photo came out better. The shirt reads "If you are reading this, you were just passed by a fat guy." I think he finished way ahead of us, but we were saving our quads for the pirate themed water slide at the condo.
Eric was in line with me for this, but then he looked at his watch and said "We gotta get going!" He was right. We were among the last 30 finishers and only barely made the cutoff point. Of course, we did get a lot of nice photos.
This is pretty. We ran by it.
Eric stays well within the speed limit at mile 10. Or 11. Or 12, for that matter.
Nearing the finish, we decided not to run so as to not make our fellow runners look bad.
Almost at the buckyball finish line.
A full choir greets us at mile thirteen. Eric is suitably impressed.
Eric and I bask in the glory of our accomplishment, and drink water.
Still basking, still drinking.
It is good to lean on things after running.
Eric understands this.
And the winnah is....Eric! Congrats on your first half marathon. It is even more of an accomplishment since you really did not train for it.
Eric gives Mom a hug and tells her never to run 13.1 miles if your top training run was only 5 miles. Megan spaces out in the meantime.
Dad congratulates Eric on a great race. Megan remains in la-la land.
Eric and Megan pose while a hardcore rapper shuffles by in the background.
Eric has bling.
Mom and Dad pose with Eric.
Eric has the triple superman curl going on after his big race.
The beginning of the full marathon. I don't know why so many people are stretching at around the first mile. Should have done that earlier.
Here we approach the monorail. It is around 6:15am. It is dark.
Tolls were not charged today as we enter Epcot.
Nearing the big ball thing.
Arriba! Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip and Dale and Pluto go south of the border in Epcot.
Here I and my many chins pose with Ariel and Eric of "The Little Mermaid". Is her smile forced? Are my nostrils flared? These and many more questions to be answered!
Approaching the Contemporary hotel. Notice the line of runners ahead. Amaze at the fact that I started in the first two thousand. Gape at the fact that there are 15,000 runners in all. Do it. Gape. Now.
Main Street in Epcot. Or the Magic Kingdom. I don't know which. Does it matter?
I pose with a suffragette.
The mayor is on hand to give me a key to the city, or just a handshake.
The big castle in the Magic Kingdom. It is nice.
Cinderella's stepmother and sisters. And some giant mice. One learns not to ask questions.
My fairy godmother. Only time will tell if she grants my wish to not be such a fat bastard.
I pose with a cowboy, two cowgirls, card shark, and a tambourine playing hooker.
Scrooge Mcduck and the often wacky Laugh Pad McQuack, who reminds me of Howlin' Mad Murdock from the A-team. I ain't gettin' on no plane with that crazy fool.
I pose with a box turtle in the Animal Kingdom. Well, my wife tells me it's a box turtle, and that's good enough for me. Actually, she says it is a type of tortoise with a hinged shell. Huh.
I pose with Friend Owl from Bambi, and a girl who just happens to be named Bambi. Go figure.
Posing with safari ducks. Glad I managed to get a pic of that guy on the right.
Posing with a mandrill from the Lion King. My wife just sang to me "Mandrill the red-assed monkey" to the tune of "Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer". No one is at all surprised by this.
We got the beat. Everybody get on their feet.
This is the tree of life or something. I dunno. Everyone else was taking a photo. I just went along with the crowd. Peer pressure is quite high in most long distance running races.
We be jammin! I think I am holding an instrument of some sort. Maybe I am even holding it correctly. Why did he give it to me anyway?
I pose beside a buddhist stupa in front of the Himalayas. Notice the yellow traffic cone. They are very strict about that sort of thing in the Himalayas.
Minnie and I in front of a poorly packed trailer. How she got this far on safari is a mystery.
Mickey and I pose in front of some runners who just don't feel like running anymore.
Nyahh ha hah haa! We are a triumvirate of evil.
I pose with some fop and a giant raccoon. This is the kind of world I live in everyday.
I enter a beserker rage at mile 20. The etymology of beserker comes from the old norse for "bear shirt" (bjorn sark). The bear shirt is more comfy than it sounds.
I found this t-shirt highly amusing. I blame it on the "runner's high".
Here I am with cold guy from that movie. I assumed a boxing pose to denote that I was also a superhero.
My favorite race photo. The best part is that I almost fell over from this crane pose. Guess that after mile 20 I didn't have a leg to stand on. Heh heh heh. Get it?
These people seemed happy so I posed with them, and I would do it again with no regrets.
I pose with a star at MGM studios, where the stars come to life, except that here they are not massive, luminous balls of plasma held together by their own gravity.
Me and a bunch of scary looking characters. My pose denotes my surprise at finding myself amongst such rascals.
A marvelous photo 15 feet from the finish. I was just going to finish but then I decided to take then time and get a nice photo right at the finish line. Great plan, that. Who am I posing next to, anways?
After the race, posing with a girl who ran 26.2 miles in that costume!
It is finished. Now I must see about losing a chin or two.
Being thirsty after the race, I decided my only choice would be drinking water. Drinking water...it's for drinking!
Eric and I pose with our medals on a dock (or quay) in front of a body of water.
Eric imitates the Fonz, whereas I go more for Isaac from "The Love Boat".
We were too tired to move out of the way, so more photos were taken of us.
15 pounds of metal, weighing me down.
Eric's Donald collection: Entry fee: $125. Jacket: $60. Pins: $25. Eric's first half marathon: Damn expensive.
Eric and I post with Megan, who is wearing the fine t-shirt she designed and made for all of us. Mine was kind of tight since I ate a LOT of food this past two or three years, but that is hardly her fault, except for the time she made cookies.
Mom poses with us at the post-race celebration.
She poses with us twice.
A close-up of the t-shirt.
Here we are, at Disney marketplace, a few minutes before eating at T-Rex's in the ice cave. There were mammoths and dinosaurs. I suspended disbelief at the gross prehistorical inaccuracies and just had fun. This time.
A skeleton helmsman crushes us in his embrace during a haunted cruise at a storefront in the Disney Marketplace.
We show that we are still hip and with it as we pose with some mannikin youths.
Mom and Megan with Cinderelly. They can make a dress for Cinderelly. There's nothing to it, really.
Eric makes his move but it is I who will take Cinderella to the ball. After all, I am already wearing my dress hoody.
I am thinking about starting a collection of crystal primates. This would be the core of such a collection.
It's time to eat at the Rainforest Cafe. Actually, it was always time to eat the entire week.
Elephants trumpet loudly as we try and enjoy our meal. Pink elephants on parade, here they come, every day!
This is the dessert known as the volcano. I could have eaten it myself, but I believe in sharing.
Oh, bother! T-I-double Guh-E-R! Oh, d-d-d-dear! Is it just me, or does Pooh bear look like he is going to start rappin'?
We had a fine view from our condo during construction. What a wonderful vague outline of the lake!
There must always be one photo taken by mistake during every vacation. This is the one.
After the marathon, my family and I "enjoyed" a few episodes of the 1979 tv series "Buck Rogers in the 25th Century." As Twiki would say, "Bee-dee bee-dee bee-dee".
There is something very sexy about a woman wearing a space helmet...right?
And here is one for the ladies. Enjoy.