We made it. It's our third trip to Disney with the Little Miss, so we should be getting pretty good at it by now. But this trip was a little different than the others... mainly because of this:
You see, my husband set a goal in early summer of last year. He said he was going to complete a marathon -- and not just any marathon. His goal was to complete the legendary "Goofy Challenge."
Just what is the Goofy Challenge, you ask? Run a half marathon (13.1 miles) on Saturday and then come back on Sunday and run a full marathon (26.2 miles). That's 39 miles in one weekend -- for those of you who are keeping track.
I knew he would finish both marathons from the moment he set his mind to it (that's the kind of guy my husband is). But I was terrified of how he was going to come out the other side. Back when he ran the Columbus marathon in October, he was NOT a happy camper. It took several days for the hubs to recuperate from that little adventure and I was on solo parent duty until he did. How would I manage the same feat, miles and miles from home, and cooped up in a hotel room with a rambunctious 4-year-old?
I need not have worried. He paced himself. He completed what he set out to do -- not with the best time -- but with the awareness that he had a little girl depending on him. And so, thanks to an amazing husband and father, there was time for an epic race, but there was also time for this:
And energy for this:
And LOTS of this:
Is it any wonder why I love this man?