Guest Warrior: Liz’s- Disney Glass Slipper Challenge

I don’t think my head was clear when I agreed to run the Disney Glass Slipper Challenge (10K Saturday and Half Marathon Sunday). I had trained for a half marathon but had never run 2 consecutive days with longer distances. But really, why wouldn’t I do this? So there I stand at the start line of the 10K looking around and see the other 9,999 people who got up at 2:30 in the morning to run 6 miles! The fireworks went off and my corral started and my feet were off. I think they were doing most the thinking since it was still so early. Running through Epcot we crossed paths with the other runners who were ahead of us. Everyone started cheering and high fiving each other and there at mile 4 I was brought to tears! How can complete strangers care so much for others? It was amazing. I crossed the finish line beside my brother-in-law and got my Enchanted 10K medal! As we waited for the kids race to start the final woman came across the finish line, one person supporting her on each side. She was literally crawling down the straight away to finish. I have NEVER experienced such an overwhelming emotional moment in my life. Every single person in the crowd was cheering her on and some even started walking with her. I knew then and there that I HAD to finish the half the next day…even if this is what it looked like as I finished, I was determined and inspired. So, the next morning at oh-dark-thirty we woke up to depart for the race…this time I got to run with my twin sissy!! I’m not going to lie, during the whole corralling of the herds, I was not a happy camper. I wanted to be anywhere but there but was reminded of the previous days events. Once the fireworks went off and we departed it was like a whole new me. My mood immediately changed as we started off. I really do believe that every mile we ran was magical. Here I am, standing beside my sister who had no training, and we are running through miles 3, 4, 5, 6. We decided to start walking at mile 7 but somehow missed the mile marker. At 8.5 miles we slowed down to a brisk walk. I was in awe of my sister. I said multiple times how proud I was of her, she just kept going, only hitting the proverbial wall at the same distance I did when I was training. As we started to near the finish line we decided we would give it our all. Side by side and hand in hand we RAN across that finish line. I have never had such a proud moment! We did it! I got to finish with my sissy and share every bit of this with her! My heart is truly, truly full.