TL;DR it was amazing and perfect and we are going to make this an annual tradition. I may edit this with photos later, but I'm probably going to forget. Recently, I spent 5 wonderful days donating my dollarbucks and soul to the evil mouse in Orlando. I did it for the Disney Princess Half Marathon. Just look at that happy little alligator musician. He's so CHONKY. It's adorable. I love him. How could you NOT run a half marathon for him when he's cheering you on? (My dad says it's weird to say the word "adorable" as a man, which makes zero logical sense and obviously means I need to use that word as often as possible. I will also continue to wear my rings and maybe I'll start flashing my pink protein shaker. Just to cause a little discomfort, because it's funny.) I haven't seen the movie yet actually so idk if the gator is a major character or not. But JUST LOOK AT HIM. My cousin and I had been planning a Disney trip, specifically centered...
I've never liked this world much. Ever since I was a little kid, I always dreamed of going somewhere else. I created this alternate version of Earth that had everything and everyone that I loved, but with all these improvements to it. Magic was real. So were dragons. Dinosaurs hadn't gone extinct. Technology allowed people to fly. A network of glass corridors provided transport between this world and mine, snaking through streams of stars, galaxies, and lightyears of blackness. And more than anything, I wasn't alone. I don't remember why I spent so much time alone as a kid. I really wish I did. All I know is that when I was in my world, I always had someone by my side. The feeling of being out of place here was overwhelming. It still is. That sense of not belonging, of longing for somewhere else, it has never gone away. When I was in middle school, being bullied daily, I escaped to that world. The boys who tripped me and spit on me disappeared, replaced by ...
...and I'm inside, sick, instead of being outside and watching fireworks. Well, I might wander outside in a little bit, but I'm not with friends. I wasn't feeling that bad in the morning. In fact I made it through 100 minutes of lifting (longer workout which I had planned in advance) and an 8-mile run, and I felt fine and only coughed twice. So I thought I was basically over it. I was wrong. I started feeling horrible at Lagoon. Sat down in the queue for the Wild Kingdom Express and actually thought I was going to pass out. Drove by all the cool animals and just wanted the ride to be over. The kangaroos were super active and it took me quite a few seconds to process it and I didn't take a pic. Likely hyponatremia (yet again) and some form of heatstroke, which I usually don't get especially in the 80s but I guess when you're already sick... I took an easy 1-mile walk on the Lagoon trail, which I usually do without effort twice a day at various locations, and I h...
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