13.1 Magical Miles February 2016
So not so very bright and way too early we made our way to the Epcot parking lot. First order of business was to find the shortest port-a-potty line. Amanda was feeling very weak and queasy and it was becoming kind of clear that running 13.1 miles was not going to happen easily at the very least. And then I came out to find her laying on the floor :( She finally called it that running the race was just not going to happen. It was such a hard and sad decision, but the only option really. I went and found a medical person and Amanda was wheeled into the medical tent. So with a heavy heart I made my way over to our corral. I honestly felt like crying. I couldn't believe that this race we had been planning for so long wasn't going to happen with her. However, I kept thinking about the total blast we had had already. Getting to see HP for the first time with her was amazing! So it was time to face the race solo. I...