Preparing for Disneyland and My Half Marathon

I got my sunglasses for my Kate Bishop running costume! No, I am not physically ready for the Avengers Superhero Half Marathon in three weeks. But my costume is mostly ready. And I am emotionally ready for Disneyland! It’s going to be such a fun trip, and I’m really not as worried about the race as I should be. It’ll be fun no matter what. I miss running. But I like sleep more. Deep down, I wish I had trained better for this race. Not because I’m afraid I won’t finish, but I know how much better I feel when I do run. I feel healthier and more energetic in the long run when I am doing more activity than just work. I also feel bad for the runners who have been training and deserve to participate in the race more than I do. But I’m going to go and do my best, despite not being prepared.

I’m running in both the 10k and the half marathon, completing the Infinity Gauntlet Challenge.  One of my Frontierland leaders is participating in the challenge as well, and we’ve already talked about meeting up and possibly riding Splash Mountain together. At least we’ll see each other at the race.

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It’s Been Eighty-Four Years…

Obviously, it’s been quite a while since I’ve updated this blog. I never said I was good at keeping this going. But since my last post in January, a lot has changed with me. I transferred from Merchandise back to Ad/Lib Attractions, getting my Pirate updates. I got cross-trained in Fastpass+, and stood at the Pirate Refurb wall all summer. Then, in July, I accepted a full-time transfer to Frontierland Attractions, being trained at Splash Mountain. I got a dog, I started talking to one guy (read: Immature Fuckboy), then I upgraded to a relationship with a wonderful and caring man. I moved into a new apartment. I got a new roommate and lost a few others. My grandparents came to visit me in Florida. I went to Texas to be in my best friends’ wedding. I burned bridges with people I never had a chance to meet. The last nine months since I’ve updated my blog have been a time for growing and learning. I can’t guarantee I’ll be any better about writing, but I know I have a lot of really exciting things happening both in the present and the future.

Twix

“Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one, is a life diminished.”
Dean Koontz 


If you’ve been friends with me for any amount of time, you know how much I love dogs. There’s not much that’s better than the love and companionship of a dog. Since living in Florida, not having any kind of pet to love on has been very hard on me. I’ve always had cats or dogs at home, and have needed a Florida pet. 


Back in June, we gained a wonderful addition to our family. Because of some emotional events, my roommates did a wonderful thing and we all loaded into the car and drove to the animal shelter. I couldn’t leave without a dog. I couldn’t handle leaving empty-handed. But as we went from kennel to kennel, all the dogs I wanted to fall in love with were breeds not allowed in my apartment, or were already adopted. 


I hate going to the animal shelter because I want to bring everyone home. Everyone is so sad, hoping to be chosen. What makes me the most sad is seeing the so-called “aggressive” breeds who are just the opposite. These dogs are friendly and so excited to see people, but will never get adopted because of the fear. 

I really wanted a pug. There was one that had shown up on the website, but she was already adopted. Whatever dog I got didn’t have to be a pug, but I was disappointed. There were a few small dogs we fell in love with in our search; some small, Maltese/Shih Tzu-type dogs like I had back home. Adopted or had families looking seriously at their kennels. At this point, I was getting very discouraged and sad, thinking I wouldn’t find my dog. Ryan suggested we go to the other side of the shelter. I said no at first, because that side had mostly bigger and less-cuddly canines, and I didn’t want to go through more disappointment when my dog wasn’t there. 


But she was. 

She was in a kennel at the end of the row, and when j saw her, I knew. Her paper said nothing to insinuate her adoption, so we signaled a volunteer to let us see her. As soon as we got her out, a woman in charge came out to tell us she wasn’t able to be adopted that day. Instead, they were taking her to an on-site adoption event the next day, but would put our name on her for the first hour. I worked all that day, but my roommates offered to pick her up in my place. They said when they went back to get her the next day, her ears perked up and she recognized them. She knew her new family was there to take her home. 

And that is how I got my Twix. 

She’s a beagle mix, and we think she’s mixed with cocker spaniel or something similar. But she is 60 pounds of fat, fur, and love. Twix is the best dog I could ask for. Getting a shelter dog, I was very nervous about having a lot of behavior problems or just adopting a dog that isn’t emotionally attached to us. Once Twix got used to us and settled, she has been just the opposite. She isn’t aggressive, she’s very well potty trained, and she knows her family. Twix has been an absolute blessing to me, and I have my roommates to thank for that.