Third morning of crazy early wake-up. Ugh. But the run was shaping up to be a lot of fun, since I was set to run the course with Laura, who I wound up pacing at the Florida Marathon last February -- in a horrendous thunderstorm.
Ironically enough, there was a nasty downpour for a while during the time we were standing around. I wound up taking shelter underneath the bleachers a couple of times. Thankfully the scattered showers blew through the area before we headed towards the starting corrals.
So, her cousin (?) Danny was going to join us for some of the race, but very quickly wound up speeding away. He also took most of the photo ops and wound up crossing a few minutes ahead of us.
Running through the castle and emerging out the front is always a great view of Main Street USA all lit up, and usually a real quick detour to get a nice photo in front of the castle. They changed things up this year in terms of how to get into the photo area, confused the dickens out of me. Thankfully it only tripped me up mentally, not physically, and didn't really cause any significant delay to getting back on the route.
But only for so long before we get to our next stops.
Yeah, so my stance looks more like someone who's about to swing a baseball bat than a golf club. Oh well.
OK, so I looked it up. It's Wilbur Robinson, from "Meet the Robinsons." Huh. I did see it, but just the once. Interesting addition - and the last character before the finish line.
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