Race Recap - Walt Disney World Marathon Weekend Marathon - January 12, 2025
I would be lying if I said that I felt confident when I woke up this morning. But at least my race morning routine was familiar at this point.
I didn’t socialize for too long as I wanted to get to the front of my corral.
There is a special energy and a lot of time to think on marathon morning as everyone waits - and waits and waits. Normally, I like talking to other runners and/or texting K while I wait, but prior to both marathons, I really needed to be alone with my thoughts. But surprisingly for me, I wasn’t overthinking things or panicking or even especially nervous. I finally found the calmness that I was looking for when I decided to trust the universe to send me what I needed when I needed it. I knew that I was among friends (both ones that I knew and ones that I hadn’t met yet) and that they would be there if/when things got hard.
And then I was off!
I learned from Friday’s 10K to ditch the mylar, but keep my blanket, which I ran with until almost mile 2. I was moving well to the Magic Kingdom and it was almost a relief to not have to measure my effort quite as much as I was during the half.
I was much smarter through the MK and kept moving while soaking everything in. Going into Marathon Weekend, I was fairly certain that this would be my last marathon and Dopey (more about that later) so I wanted to capture every piece of the experience. I felt like I rushed down Main Street on my first marathon and I didn’t want to make that mistake again.
As I was heading into the Magic Kingdom, I happened to say a quick hi to A, a friend from the R&R and Customized family. He got ahead of me when I was taking a photo and stopping to see K on Main Street. Then I caught back up to him when he stopped for a character photo. We ran together and talked for several minutes, which was a nice break, before splitting up as we were leaving the Magic Kingdom.
I felt comfortable enough to stop for a character photo with Woody and Jessie.
I was partway through the Magic Kingdom parking (Ugh! I hated that section of the course. Give me Blizzard Beach parking lot any day), when Billy let me know that the balloon ladies were ahead of pace. Seeing the "end of the line" while we snaked through the parking lot was concerning, but I trusted the math and just kept telling myself that anything less than a 16 minute mile was good.
I’m probably one of the few people that didn’t appreciate the Star Wars effects on Western Way. I needed a change of pace on my headphones and had just started the audiobook “My Best Race,” which I had a hard time hearing as I passed each set of speakers. I thought - briefly - about stopping for a SW character or two, but it wasn’t worth the potential discomfort of starting again. As I got closer to AK, I fell in with the 6:45 pace group and I used their momentum to carry me for a mile or two.
By the time I got to Animal Kingdom, I needed a bathroom stop, which is when I finally lost touch with the pace group. I was also looking forward to my Coke. The bathroom break took longer than I wanted and I simply could NOT find a place to sell me a bottle of Coke. The one place that I stopped only had cups, which I should have just taken, but I really thought that I could find a bottle. I wasn't happy leaving AK without one, but I knew that somewhere I'd figure out a Plan B.
Shortly after leaving AK, I saw A again. By now, I could see that he was having a rough time. He was just walking in that “death march” mode. And at that moment, I decided that we were going to do this together. At first, I asked him "hey, do you think you can run a 10 second interval?" He said "yes" so that's what we did for a while. Then we moved to a 15/30. I also encouraged (okay, maybe badgered) him into taking some water, Powerade and fuel, which I suspected he was lacking. It was a repeat of the mistake that I made back in 2023, which led me to a similar dark place. We also talked about every random subject that I could think of to help to pass the time. He probably heard way more whining about me missing my Coke than he ever dreamed possible.
This was where Billy probably started to get really concerned about me as my pace slowed down quite a bit. But I was okay with what I was doing. I felt really comfortable with this pace and I knew that I was banking a ton of energy, so I could easily stay with the last pace group if it became necessary. We had just passed the Coronado (and gotten two Rise and Run hugs!) when A said that he felt something “pop” in his leg and that he needed to stop and stretch. At that point, I knew that I had gotten him as far as I could (we had under 5K left) and I made the hard decision to keep going. (Side note: A wound up finishing with the balloon ladies, but he did finish.)
The last couple of miles were not easy, but I was still moving relatively well and felt strong. I finally got my Coke from a vending machine outside of Hollywood Studios and it gave me the last burst that I needed. I will tell you that, for everyone’s whining about the loss of the “victory lap” around World Showcase at the end of the marathon, I didn’t miss it in the slightest. I was thrilled with having just a quick dash across Epcot to the finish.
As we headed backstage to the finish, I was thrilled to see a fellow DIS boarder. This person read this blog and then messaged me, asking advice about whether she should register for Dopey. It was pretty special to have the opportunity to see her and give her a huge hug. I was so proud of her!
By far, the best part of the marathon was when I made the last turn and saw Jeff Galloway. At that point, I just lost it completely. At my first Dopey finish, I somehow missed Jeff (I don't know if he wasn't there or if I just didn't see him) and I always regretted that. To finally get that moment with Jeff was amazing, even if I was a sobbing mess.
And, of course, crossing the finish line was as amazing as always!
All things considered, I felt pretty good afterwards. We hung out with the Rise and Run crew for a little bit and then headed out. On the way back to the car, K asked if it was everything that I wanted it to be and I could say, without reservation, that it was. I felt good and strong throughout each race and there was absolutely nothing that I wished I had done differently. It was the perfect way to end my Dopey days.
Okay, now is probably the point to explain this declaration.
Going into the weekend, I had kind of decided that Dopey was going to be my last marathon (at least for the foreseeable future). When I first started saying this to other runners, everyone kept saying, “yeah, yeah, that’s what everyone says.” But I knew that this wasn’t just burn-out at the end of a really long training cycle. I had an ambivalence about the marathon going into the Jimmy Fund walk when I realized that I was more excited about the concept than I enjoyed actually doing it. I was already committed to doing Dopey so obviously I was going to do that, but I came to some fundamental realizations that cemented this decision:
- I don’t like anything about the marathon distance. I don’t like the training runs (I know, I know, not many people do), but I also don’t like actually running the distance and I don’t like how I feel afterwards. I can do a half marathon, rest for a few hours, and be ready to go on with my life. After a marathon, I feel like crap. I feel slightly nauseous and I have to be cautious about what my stomach can tolerate. I’m exhausted, but I have trouble getting comfortable enough to sleep. I’m just generally miserable. Within a couple of days, I’m 100% recovered, but until then, it isn’t a lot of fun.
- When I entered my “Dopey era,” I needed that goal in my life. My work place was incredibly toxic and running - specifically running at Disney - was both my stress outlet and my happy place. It truly kept me sane. Thankfully, things have changed significantly (toxic boss retired, new boss is awesome) and the role running plays in my life has shifted. I no longer need a 20 miler to keep my “never having killed anyone” streak alive.
- I’ve been there, done that with the marathon and now I’m ready to move on to other things. I scaled back some other parts of my life for the past few years to make the time for marathon training and, at the time, I was okay with that. But now I want to rearrange my life to add them back in.
- I realized that there was nothing wrong with not doing the marathon or Dopey. I could “just” do one or more of the shorter races and that would be fine. Plus, not doing the marathon meant that I could spectate and support my friends. Being a back of the packer, I have never seen most of them run before and being a spectator would allow me to do that. When that idea of watching was way more exciting than the thought of running the race myself, I knew that it was the right decision.
I’m not saying “never” for another marathon. After saying “one and done” for months leading up to my first Dopey completion, I’m going to be more careful with the absolutes this time. But I am saying “not for the foreseeable future.” I simply don’t have a “bucket list” marathon that makes me want to do the distance again.
Anyway, back to the race recap - the rest of Sunday was spent at our hotel, watching some football. I had hoped to get a nap, but I was too uncomfortable. But I did sleep very, very well that night.