Ok, so during the registration process, there were a few things that stuck out to me. First of all, I took WAY too much time trying to decide what size shirt I needed. I realize I may have taken it a bit far when I was measuring my favorite t-shirts and comparing size measurements, but if I'm doing this thing, the t-shirt sure as heck better fit. Thus, I am happy to tell all of you who may be a little self conscious about your clothing size, that a girl who wears an x-small can be just as out of shape as one who wears an XXL.
Second, I couldn't bring myself to read the waver. I didn't want to know the risks of running 13.1 miles. I already know it's going to be painful.
Third, during registration they ask what county you are from. For the first time ever I had to select the "not from Florida" option. I love Colorado, but to be honest it caused some serious physical pain to check that box. I kept looking for a comment box in which I could further explain. I really am FROM Florida, I just don't live there right now.
Fourth, I bet you were all wondering what online registration company Disney used for the event? Or maybe the geekdom of working in IT is just starting to rub off on me. Either way, Disney uses RegOnline, the same online registration company we use at work. I setup events with RegOnline almost every day. I'm even going to get a little cocky here and say the event registration setups I have created are a little more user friendly than Disney's marathon registration. So to whoever setup the online registration, I have some pointers for you.
Finally, and most terrifying about the whole thing...after reading through some of the information, I noticed a small little fact that I managed to gloss over during the "thinking" phase of this whole half marathon decision. Apparently if you do not maintain an average 16 minute mile throughout the race, then a kind Disney employee takes the liberty of picking you up in a golf cart and driving you to the finish line. I think I might have nightmares about a mouse chasing me in a golf cart. How embarrassing to be driven to the finish line. This can NOT happen, under any circumstance. They are going to have to physically tie me up and throw be into the car kicking and screaming. I realize I could probably walk the whole thing backward and probably finish in less than 16 minutes per mile, but still, it's the fear that keeps me running when all I want to do is stop and walk.
I'm still working out the details of my training plan, but I have a rough idea of my plan of action. Here we go. I'm really doing this.
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