Tag Archives: disney

Disney Vacation Day 1: Childhood Memories and a Roadtrip

The smell of buttery popcorn mingling with the cavity-inducing sweetness of caramel apples and cotton candy.  Running in terror from giant fuzzy animals walking around on their back legs.  Laughing at animatronics bears.  Sitting on my dad’s shoulders and gasping as colored lights exploded over a towering dream of a castle.

Those are the more vivid memories I have of my first trip to Disney World.  I was almost three years old.

My first trip to Disneyland came later, when I was eleven or twelve (no one in my family distinctly remembers which summer month our trip was in).  I was just old enough to not be whiny and exhausted at the end of a full day of waiting and heat.  I was just young enough to still immerse myself fully in the magic of the experience.  It’s probably one of the greatest weeks of my entire life.

Now it is ten years later, four years since my most recent Disneyland visit, and I’ve discovered something.  The excitement and the magic will never die for me.  Somehow Disney manages to bring out the perpetual startled toddler, the mesmerized middle-schooler, the kid in me.  Last night I was almost too excited to sleep; I felt like it was Christmas Eve when I was a kid listening hard for the sound of hooves on the roof.

By the time you’re reading this I’ll have already finished a super-speedy morning run.  My family will be bundling into the car and heading to the park for the Fiancé’s first visit. 

So I still have hope for a lot of things in my future.  I’m not going to worry about becoming too jaded to enjoy new experiences.  I’m not going to worry about the day that comes when I don’t love the magical experience of sitting down in a movie theater to watch a story unfold.  I’m not going to worry that I’ll grow tired of surprises.  I’m not going to worry about birthdays being routine.  Because.

Because now I’m sure there’s still magic in my world.

I hope there is in yours, too.

On road tripping:

I love driving cross country.  Piling into an overstuffed vehicle with your family and being stuck there for seven or eight hours may be a recurring nightmare for some of you, but somehow we get along better on road trips than we do at any other time.

Wind farms just after we crossed the California state line

Papo and I packed up snacks this morning while MamaDi, LilSis, and the Fiancé finished packing.  Magically (I’m going to throw magic out there as much as I want on these Disney posts), I was mostly packed the night before so I had time to work out this morning.

MamaDi liked her book more than the wind farms

According to my training plan I could strength train or cross train (non-running cardio) today, so I kind of did both.  First I did twenty minutes of newbie-modified cardio yoga (which I maintain is strength training—that made my muscles shudder under the strain) and followed up with fifteen minutes on the elliptical machine in our basement.

Who knew southern California was so green?

I have to say, the elliptical is growing on me.  The country club in town was selling their “old” ones since they were purchasing new equipment.  My parents got a great deal on it and we’re all pretty excited because Papo’s knees aren’t what they’re used to.  He’s an elliptical junkie 😉  At any rate, the elliptical is slightly less loathsome than it used to be simply because of the convenience factor when it comes to cross training.  I don’t have a gym membership and rarely have access to other cardio machines.

Ready for Spring Break in the sunshine

After everyone was showered and packed, luggage-Jenga ensued.  Maybe we just pack more than so-called “sane” people *scoffs*  I don’t know how we always end up with so much crap in the car when we go on vacation.  This time we squished everything in MamaDi’s Yukon without needing a car-top carrier (a feat right up there with climbing K2 or running an ultra).  Right now we’re about 150 miles from Los Angeles.  The day’s views consisted largely of distant brownish mountains and scrubby desert; if they hadn’t I would’ve filmed/taken more pictures.

My computer’s about to die, but I wanted to type this up quickly while I knew what I wanted to say.  Hope everything is well in Blogland, where you reside outside your computers.

Anyone up for luggage-Jenga?

Advertisements

The First Trail Run of 2011

Today was a good day, despite the late start. Last night was not an easy night’s sleep, so when I finally fell I was out till 10:30am! I powered up with a delicious red pepper-egg on a whole wheat English muffin and hit the treadmill. Little did I know MamaDi was going to show up with an even better option 😉

BigSis’s Fiancé is a Montana boy and really enjoys hiking, so MamaDi asked if I wanted to do a little trail running. Who am I to say no to weather finally nice enough for that? We geared up, piled in the car, and drove out to Prescott to make use of the Peavine Trail. Prescott sits right around a mile above sea level, which is what I was accustomed to growing up (I lived in both Washington State and Idaho as a preteen/teen).

You wish you were running here 😉

The Peavine Trail is absolutely gorgeous, located in The Dells: a series of rock formations with lakes/streams and old train routes that have been converted into recreational trails. Perfect for a scenic trail run!

The Dells, MamaDi, and the Fiancé

I set off at about a 10-minute mile pace (can’t be positive, because I don’t have a Garmin—but I was wearing my watch) until I hit the second mile marker and turned around to meet up with Fiancé and MamaDi. I rejoined them at the one mile marker, and we walked to the second mile marker before heading back to the trailhead. Basically, I ran three miles and then walked another three with MamaDi and Fiancé.

We took time out, of course, to take some ridiculous pictures.

I swear this is the least awkward picture of me and BigSis's Fiancé; and yes, he is a giant.

MamaDi is infamous for giving bad posing instructions. Okay, link your arms like you’re about to skip and then jump! Every year, the taking of the annual Christmas picture turns into an hours-long nightmare where someone always cries or stomps off. There’s nothing like family, is there?  BTW, does anyone else think it looks like I lost a finger in this picture?  Other than that, excuse the general sweaty, makeupless, scrub-look I’m rocking here.  Nobody’s perfect on the first trail run of the year.

On the menu for tonight: Red Robin for dinner (LilSis’s turn to pick) followed by a Redbox movie (LilSis picked Despicable Me) and posting tonight’s blog.

Tomorrow, we head to Anaheim. I haven’t been this excited for Disneyland since the first time I went!

I’ll try not to get too excited; I’d like to sleep tonight 😉

Time for some Link-Love:

Talking to a Loved One about Disordered Eating
Are Walnuts the Healthiest Nuts?
A Crazy Treadmill Workout, New Deoderant, and Easy Oats in a Jar on PBFingers