My Glass Slipper Just Did Not Fit…


How do I describe the experience of attending my second Run Disney event? With being registered for the 5k, 10k and half. The 10 and half equalled the glass slipper challenge.

Let’s just start with the ugly…

My glass slipper did not fit.

Koren and I did the 5k together, it was the first time ever we’ve come across the finish line together, it wasn’t a run of any sorts that we pushed ourselves; we just went out and had fun. The run itself is just magical, fireworks, characters and we dressed up like the Evil Step Sisters. Disney always goes above and beyond.

Now on to Friday (the day), not sure what hit me, but I was beyond violently ill. I was beyond nauseous. No appetite and I had such severe pains in my tummy I wanted to cry. I ended up being sick and not in any pretty sense either.

10k Saturday came, after a sleepless night, no food and water not evening staying in my system… I got up for the run, dressed and went to start my 10k. Koren looked perfect as Pocahontas and I just felt like death. But I didn’t give up. I figured I’ve got this far, I can do this. I started the event and went as best as I could, but after being sick a few times on course, with feeling like I was going to pass out, I decided that I’d basically go at a crawl until I was swept off course. I wasn’t going to give up. Needless to say, vomiting in front of a medic was not helpful in my situation. I was swept and brought to the medical area, just to make sure I was ok. The ladies at this tent were awesome. They were nurses and beyond extremely helpful. They gave me ideas of what to buy from the resort as well as told me to get off the water.

The half has arrived, Sunday. I slept as best as I could and my goal was not to give up. The weather took a changeover night and this little thing called humidity crept up overnight. I was partially a bit worried with my asthma that it was going to make an appearance, but it was still chilly, so I was hopeful. After walking about 2kms to the start line and waiting around till my corral was up, it was forever.  It was my time to go, off I went. I was doing well, was on pace and ready to keep going. But my lungs had a different story. My asthma went off, and I was unable to breathe, I was able to make it to a medical tent and between hand signs and barely audible words, they got me what I needed to go with my puffer. After a couple rounds of my puffer, it wasn’t getting better. I was carried (yes men carried this fabulous body) to warm up in a van and after realizing my vitals were not that awesome they carried me back to the medical tent until the “golf cart ambulance” could get to me.

I was transported to the hospital on Disney for the run. Just picture the tv show “Mash” and make it the 2016 version. I was met upon arrival by 2 doctors and moved to a cot to be hooked up to machines. At this point they wanted to pull Koren off the course, but I’m a tough cookie and told them no. I was in the hospital hooked up to machines, for over 2 hours with another dosage of breathing by oxygen mask and they were happy I was coming back around. I didn’t get to finish my first half-marathon. Am I upset? Yup. Am I giving up? Nope.

I’ve already signed up for my first half on Canadian soil, which will be in October. < Excellent organization and who wouldn’t want to run the streets of Toronto.

In all the Disney weekend taught me, its ok not finish. It’s not the end of the world nor does it define me as a person. I tried and trying is just as important. Will I return? You bet.

How can I not want to go to the happiest place on earth and run with my bestie.

So…. Next time the glass slipper will fit.



If I was to have a running team, club or just a group of people out running together our family name would be Ohana.
Ohana means family and nobody gets left behind. It also refers to a close group of friends or class that resembles a family.
^^ See that, my running family’s name right there, you heard it first here.

I feel that as runners when we go out together in a group or even if only two of us, we never leave someone behind. If you need to walk, we walk. We don’t leave the weakest link behind nor do we make them feel weak for being good at their own speed. We don’t judge, we support.
When walking with your family, you don’t leave a child behind, a grandmother or even your father, you stay with them. Ditching is something you’d see on the movie Mean Girls, not in 2016 with grown adults.
Now the next thing would be once you speed runners and selfish individuals have acknowledged this is a group run, with the rules of: we cheer, we laugh and mostly you run with a smile. But if you show up on a group run day, you are not out to train for your next run, you are out training with your weakest link. You are there to build the middle of the pack to be stronger. It’s not a hard concept eh?

Now with being Ohana, we all are cheerleaders on run (notice I don’t call it a race) day. Time is great, because you know what, we all get the same 24 hours in the day, if you want to run to the point your legs and lungs are burning on the same run as myself, power to you. You are family. I’ll support you. I’ll ring a cowbell from the back of pack in salute to you. I will be a cheerleader. We all are cheerleaders.

When you pass another runner on the course that you see slowing, you will cheer them on when passing.
Running etiquette is starting to fizzle in the last year and a bit which is something that should never happen.
So if Lilo and Stitch had it right, so do I. I have a large running family, but every once and awhile I have to bring the attention back, group runs are not meant for speed, they are meant to spend time with your family, almost like that Sunday dinner…

So everyone is welcome at my dinner table and to be a member of Ohana