In October 2011, my friend posted a status on Facebook about an inaugural 5k run at Disneyland, The Neverland 5k, that would take place in January 2012. She wanted to do it and was looking for someone to join her. I immediately jumped at running the 5k for two reasons, (1) because I needed the motivation to jump start my exercise routine and with a goal in mind I knew I would work hard to not fail in front of my friend and (2) I would get to spend a day or two at my second home, Disneyland. My journey to running that 5k was a tough one. In the beginning I was extremely motivated. Then as the weeks progressed my motivation dwindled and I skipped runs and at times didn't give all my effort. But as the 5k approached I regained my motivation to train because I wanted to make those around me believe that I was a runner.
So one year ago I ran the inaugural Neverland 5k as my first 5k and was proud of myself for taking my first steps towards becoming a runner. I jogged the entire course at my snail's pace but it was still an extraordinary achievement for me. I hadn't truly exercised for years and running for 38+ minutes was unbelievable. It wasn't a timed event but I used my stopwatch to keep time and I was pleased with the time that I got. As I passed the finish line I couldn't help but have a huge grin on my face. I was proud. The next day as I saw all the Tinkerbell Half marathon finishers roaming around Disneyland with their medals I knew that I wanted to do that. I wanted to be able to wear a medal with pride and have people look at me and think "Wow that girl did something that I can't do." I wanted to run a half marathon and have that pride and feeling of accomplishment that only a select few can have.
Yet, a few weeks after the 5k I had stopped running consistently. Here and there I would go on a jog but my focus wasn't in improving my time or trying to run longer, it had shifted into just going out there and attempting a jog. I had forgotten about the goal I had given myself to run 13.1 miles. Then as fate would have it, I got an email from RunDisney reminding me that the registration for the 2013 Tinkerbell Half would go on sale. I berated myself for not committing to my goal and I once again promised myself that one day I would run a half marathon. When the registration for the TinkHalf came about I logged into my computer and did something crazy - I signed up for it. I knew that I would have to work hard to be able to finish the 13.1 miles as I wasn't able to go beyond 3 miles without dying. Throughout my running journey I had really good days and many not-so-great days. I couldn't convince anyone that I knew to run with me so I was completely alone on my journey. And that was hard because I didn't have someone to help push me or hear me complain or to hear my excitement about achieving a small running goal. But I tried my best even when my best meant taking extra rest days to mentally get myself back into the right mindset.
Then something magical happened. I had "met" someone on twitter named Christine who had run the previous TinkHalf. She invited me into an online community of other runners that would be running the TinkHalf. It completely changed my journey for the better. Everyday I could go to the group page and see all the posts ranging from people posting about their wins for the day, their running challenges, their advice for training and/or race day, their questions, their recommendations for running/training accessories, and so forth. I could finally relate to people sharing in the same journey. My journey absolutely shifted for the better because now I knew that I wasn't alone with my struggles and fears of not finishing but most importantly their accomplishments were motivation for me to do my best to make them proud.
The day before the race I attended the Expo to pick up my bib, shirt, and other items. This time walking into the expo I did not feel like an impostor. I felt like I truly belonged there. What made the experience even better was that my mom had gone with me to support me. After eating pasta for dinner and setting up my race outfit I tried to go to sleep early. I kept walking up every so often due to the nerves and excitement.
At around 4:00am on race morning I headed to Corral E. I was right at the front and had the privilege of talking with some remarkable people. There were two sisters there passing around glow-in-the-dark bracelets. There was a lady from Maryland that came by herself cross country to run the race. Two girls that were running in the memory of a deceased loved one. And there were plenty of people who were running a half marathon for the first time. It was exciting! Then there were fireworks at 5:00am and the race started. It took 25 minutes before my Corral got to the start line. It was an unbelievable feeling to be right at the front so when they yelled "start" I was one of the first in my corral to pass the start line. The first half of the race we ran through California Adventure and Disneyland. I didn't stop to take pictures because my phone doesn't have flash and as I was by myself I didn't want to inconvenience other people. But I was entranced by all the sights and sounds throughout both parks. The characters, lights, music, parade floats, pirates, entertainment and familiar sights of the parks took my mind off of running. Then we headed to the streets of Anaheim. Close to Mile 10 we were going to pass by my hotel and I called my mom to tell her I would be running past her. She went outside in her pjs to cheer me on (totally embarrassing, haha!). Throughout my entire journey she supported me and gave me encouraging words. She was my biggest fan. I wanted to cry when I saw her standing there cheering me on because I knew I was making her proud. Then as I passed the Mile 11 marker my left calf cramped up extremely bad. I had to stop and stretch it out. I walked for some time. Eventually I tried jogging again but it would start hurting. At this point I was devastated that I had to slow down because of my leg. I ended up walking the remainder of the race and still finished 30 minutes faster than I thought I would.
My official time was 3:05:09.
When the RunDisney volunteer put my medal around my neck I teared up. Not only had I just accomplished an incredible achievement but I had done it much better than I had imagined I would. Looking down at the medal I thought about my journey: the self doubt, the loneliness, the frustrations, the mental games, the stress, the fears, the tears, the achievements, the gratefulness for the online community of runners, the pride, and the end destination. I may not be the fastest. I may not be the best. I may not have the most experience. But I am a runner; I am a winner.
I was, and am, a FINISHER.






