I signed up for the Princess 1/2 Marathon. I know, I said women’s races weren’t my thing and I hate wearing tutus and this is the one race I was always all, “I’m never going to run that because, bo-ring.” So I signed up for the Glass Slipper Challenge. And the 5k. I did this like I’ve been making all my Disney decisions lately, namely through twitter and the strategic application of peer pressure.
But, see, here’s the thing. Tuesday night, Lisa made a really good suggested for a cupcake recipe so by default when she said she was coming down and bringing a Canadian hoard with her just for this weekend, I knew she must be right about it. Right? Because good judgement about where to get baking recipes naturally means I should go spend $300 to run two races in 1 weekend. So I saw this in my mind: And then it just sort of snowballed and AT THE SAME TIME as if by fate, Kellie had signed up, too, so it was like IT WAS MEANT TO BE.And Can-Am was born and it’s like we’re basically the World Showcase but RUNNERS. Martin Short would be so happy right now.
Naturally, about two seconds after I registered to run I immediately transitioned to talk of breakfast. Another motivator is that my sister, who I think is kind of disappointed that she’s missing out on my marathon weekend 2015 and Wine & Dine because of her “I hate races” mentality quickly jumped on board and said she would come so Art of Animation Little Mermaid room has been booked.
And did I mention that I read on the internet in a totally unreliable place from a totally unreliable person that it’s Frozen themed this year? So basically, my attitude towards all the non-gender neutral aspects of the Princess 1/2 Marathon weekend is:
Basically, I really need to get over this girl crush I have on Elsa because 8 months later I still love Frozen and no, I’m still not sick of let it go.
And I’m seriously thinking that just because, I’m going to dress as a prince for the races instead of as a princes so let’s get ready to fuck shit up because you know I’m going for everyone’s favorite dumbass with a flute.