Another awesome washcloth animal courtesy of Pop Century Resort at Disney. It was worth the price of the room alone (almost).
What a quaint little room, and I had it all to myself. I took a photo before I threw my clothes and items all over the floor in a random heap. It was fun.
Right outside our building was a giant Foosball table. It was not real, except in my nightmares when they were chasing me around trying to kick me. I'll never play that game again.
Yeah, baby. Settle down to some sweet sounds of easy listening. This hotel was neat-o (Oh, no! Wrong decade!).
At the start of the "Up and Away 5k". It was my first 5k, and I was very nervous about whether or not I would finish.
I get a picture with the old guy and the dog from a movie I have not and probably will not ever see. I had to listen to people say "squirrel" all morning long.
It was quite cold at the start of the 5k, but we all huddled together for warmth. Nothing blocks the wind like a few thousand people.
After the race, we went back to the hotel cafeteria to have a waffle...with meat? Whaaaa?
I needed a photo of the picture in my hotel room so I can remember what I did not bother to look at while I was there.
I get a photo with Snow White. She was about to go on break, but I shoved aside a bunch of kids to get the last photo with her. They cried a little, but they will get over it.
My brother is impressed with the imperative on this can. We obeyed the trash can and began to waste as much as we could.
Eating in the fine french restaurant in Epcot. They served us Ratatouille. I could not let this happen. At no inconsiderable risk to myself, I tackled the waiter and told Ratatouille to run. He got away, but I was assaulted by a bunch of waitresses in french maid outfits in the process. I regret nothing.
If I had a daughter, I would want her to be just like this blue robot girl. Look, she has my laser eyes.
I could not be more proud of her.
The start of the half marathon. It was snowing.
Again, we huddle for warmth. Yes, those are winter hats. And tuques. And babushkas.
How many chins can one man have? Well, at least the red-eyed lady likes me.
My photo with the mayor is blurry, but the strings of lights in the background look pretty cool, I must say.
Miracle Max told me to have fun storming the castle, and I did.
I pose with R2-D2's cousin. He is a water bubbler of magnificent proportions. Yes, I took time out from my race to take this photo.
A better photo of R2-D2's cousin. He is not as mobile, but he is much more powerful when it comes to assuaging thirst.
I get my photo with Alice, the Hatter and the Queen of Hearts. We are all mad here.
In the original Peter Pan book, Smee is not only a loveable fellow, but also a very competent and deadly knife man who specialized in cutting throats from behind. Speaking of which, how did I get out of this photo alive?
Somehow I am back at the castle. Maybe I got lost.
I haven't seen this movie either. The Princess is to my right, but I have never seen a frog like the one to my left.
These bears were handing out moonshine at a "water aid station". I was able to wrassle them bears and escape. I would not want to drink anything that was fermented in their bathtub.
I become a creature of pure light while listening to some fine tunes. Is that a dobro? Is that some fine clawhammer work? Will some animal shoot out from that tuba? I sure hope the answer to all of those questions is a big yes.
The Pirates of the Carribean make another appearance. How they sail that ship in a parking lot is beyond me.
This pirate was hamming it up. As a fellow ham, I felt a certain kindship with him. As Tarl Cabot told the men of Tharna, "We are of the same chain."
I adopt a Captain Jack Sparrow pose, unconvincingly. I just look like a fruit loop.
As this is my second year getting a picture with them, "I've grown accustomed to their faces."
"I ran downstairs to find an army man, he said we gotta blow up those things we don't understand." -Dead Milkmen, Big Lizard in My Backyard.
I found this lovely mouse walking about at the end of the half marathon, and she graciously consented to a photograph. I finished in 2:18:52, at an average pace of 10:25 minutes per mile. It was my slowest pace of the three. I was 5,436th out of 17,102 finishers.
The fast people of waves A, B, and C take off while I cheer them with a "yeaaahhh".
Now it's our time to shine.
We approach the big ball thing. Notice that even here there were people lining the side of the race to cheer on their friends and loved ones. It was easy to find them since there were only 25,000 runners.
I pose with the characters from my favorite books. Technically, the brothers Tweedle should not appear with the Queen of Hearts, but I am willing on occasion to let things like this slide, although it still grates at my very soul to do so.
Trumpety guys get down with their bad selves.
Where is Aschenputtle? I don't care. I like the evil stepmother better anyway.
I post with one of Santa's reindeer. They were dancing in the middle of the street, just like real reindeer.
I pose with Thumper and Thumperella, or whatever her name is.
Who looks sillier, A mandrill with a staff or two grown men wearing those bandanas?
I ape (heh heh heh) the behavior of my companions. I still cannot believe that Baloo became an ace fighter pilot. Surely Rudyard Kipling had no inkling that this would happen.
Pheidippides was rumoured to be on the course, so I kept an eye out for him. I never pictured him like this. He looks like he has been hanging out with Dionysus a little too much lately. Get it?
I pose with Lucius for a second year in a row. His powers were in evidence today. The entire race was in below freezing temperatures.
If I hear "squirrel" one more time...
I adopt the leopard stance with my fellow rangers. We are masters of Kenpo. Or Kempo. Or just posing in a vaguely martial manner.
Is Launch Pad a pelican? His chin reminds me of Peter Griffin.
Again at MGM I pose with some happy people who know more about fashion that I ever will.
I guess this guy is a little Einstein. He don't look so little to me.
I finished this race with a marathon PR (personal record) of 4:28:49, which was 24 minutes better than my best. I spent 12 minutes stopping for pictures, so I really PR'd! Average pace: 9:47 minutes per mile. Placing: 4,502 out of 16,883. With 25,000 starters that is a lot of DNF's (did not finish).
Eric and Megan on the complementary Magic Transportation bus. Look at all of those wonderful hats.
This bunny reminded me of my wife. They are both cute.
I am so there.
They can show us a whole new world (don't you dare close your eyes!).
This sign means it is ok to run down people in wheelchairs in this area. It is cruel, but at least they warn them ahead of time.
Megan may have gotten a little tired of Eric and I mentioning this on every single ride during our 12 hours at the Magic Kingdom, but we did not.
Let the madness begin!
Check out the Dormouse. The last time Alice saw him, the Hatter and the Hare were stuffing him into a teapot. Looks like they were successful.
As we got into out teacup, who should appear but the White Rabbit, the Hatter, and Alice! I wanted to go and talk to Alice, but my brother told me to stop being creepy.
You think I'm creepy? What about this guy with a camera? He wrote the book on creepy!
I laugh like Tigger as we spin until we are nauseous.
These bushes came to life, but could only move when I was not looking at them. Redrum! Redrum!
Kermy and Piggy on parade.
The castle is lit up with glitterly magic that we call "lights".
We were sitting quietly waiting for the parade, when suddenly a speaker right above our heads scared us silly with loud blaring music.
The castle, like the chameleon, changes color to better blend in with it's surroundings. The chameleon does it better.
The medal for my first 5k. I finished in 25:33 at an average 8:08 minutes per mile. My heartrate went up to 190 bpm.
What scout badge is this for? It reminds me of letting my dogs out of their crates in the morning.
The medals for the half and full marathons, and for completing the Goofy challenge (there were about 6,000 Goofy finishers). I ran 55 miles this week, of which 42.4 were in races. I ran my fastest marathon and still had time for many photos. What a great weekend!