Dreams come true!

     I have grown up with my Dad running...getting up on my days off of school to bike along side of him.  Which I thought was cool, until I was a teenager, and getting up early was complete torture.  Then right after we got Silena I decided to start running myself.  I found the joy in it and it gives me the same adrenaline rush that dancing does.  About two years ago when I started getting the Running Magazine I found this awesome race that I wanted to do: Walt Disney World Half/Full Marathon.  I instantly told my dad and my original thought was to do the full marathon. 
     However, after taking last year to figure out my knee problems I discovered that there would be no way possible my knees are capable of that distance.  So I compromised with the half marathon, which is still a huge accomplishment. 
     So we leave for Florida, check into the condo and go to the running expo and pick up all of our stuff.  We assumed our race was on Sunday so we went for a small run Friday night and we were planning on taking Saturday off.  After putting Silena to bed Friday night Craig, Mom, Dad and I sit down to play cribbage and something caught my eye.  My commerative pin said that our race was on Saturday NOT Sunday...I said something to my dad and we checked all our information we just got and sure enough our race is Saturday.  Although our paperwork said Sunday!  Crap...now we have all this stuff to get ready and it's already 10:00pm and we have to get up at 2:30!
    Praise God that he pointed that out to me otherwise we would have missed it!  This was the coolest race I have ever done.  My dad and I joined 27,000 other runners in the most magical place in the world.  There were disney characters along the route, local cheerleaders and bands, and many drink stations.  Around mile 6 my knees started hurting (I am sure because of our run Friday night) and around mile 9 they were getting painful, so we walked/ran the last 4.  The last mile seemed to go on for days, but as soon as I saw the finish line it was like God gave me a new surge of energy and I sprinted to the finish line.  Tears and all...
     It's an amazing feeling when you accomplish something big, not only accomplish it, but it's been something you have dreamed about.  It was just as magical as I imagined and getting to experience that with my Dad was awesome!  Thank you Lord for the strength:)