For my 28th birthday, Preston gave in to my ridiculous wishes, and took me to Disneyland. Something I've wanted to do since, well, the last time I was there, around seven years ago. I spent several years as a kid going to Disneyland a lot, we lived only 30 minutes away. And lucky for me, my cousins loved to go just as much as I did, so any time they came to visit we'd D-land it up. I remember the day Splash Mountain opened. I was 8 years old and we'd planned this day for a while. My Dad was almost as excited as me, we had to be the first people in the park. So we sat at the opening gates waiting for them to release us, 30 minutes early! My Dad coached me to sprint straight to the ride so we could be first in line. And no joke, I ran my heart out, as fast as I could straight to the mountain. Only to find they were filming a commercial for it. Ahh, I must have fell in love with advertising then, right?
We also discovered the joy of the Fast Pass that day and returned to ride only an hour later. I loved the ride so much, I had to always ride in front. I rode it so many times over the last 2 decades I could time when the picture was taken, which has resulted in some amazing pics with friends (sunglasses, GIO). My other favorite ride was Space Mountain. I was devastaed in 2003 when they closed the ride, so you can bet we waited the torturous 80 minutes in line to ride that sucker on Saturday. And it was just as amazing as before! I think maybe it even got faster and wilder...or maybe that's just me getting old.
What's crazy to me, is that I remember going on these rides repeatedly as a little kid, loving every second and never being afraid. That drop on Splash Mountain, is no joke. It's a straight up 50 foot plunge! You can see my reaction in the picture.
Now what I find even funnier is that crazier things don't scare me at all. Running 6 days straight for 113 miles in the Rockies, no big deal. Riding my bike for 6 hours on a Saturday, no problem! Running hours on trails in Marin, bring it on. I guess with age, your fears all change. Who knew?
Sunday we headed to Malibu State Park to get our trail run on. And in the 90 degree heat, on new, unfamiliar terrain, I welcomed the experience, no fear.
Run on...



