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Running from a Pickaxe

Tax-free week in Ohio is the back-to-school version of Rope Drop at Magic Kingdom. If you’re a parent, you know the drill: you’ve got a list longer than the line for Peter Pan’s Flight, desperate for deals and every coupon clipping you can snag. Last Saturday, the Thompsons charged into the outlet malls like it was the opening bell at Black Friday—fast, purposeful, semi-delirious.

Now, if you’ve ever wandered World Showcase in August, you’ll be familiar with the special brand of sweaty exhaustion that set in as we wound our way through the stores, kids melting faster than a Mickey bar in July. Coupon victory came hard, but eventually we limped home, untamed shopping bags in tow, seasoned and slightly singed around the edges.

But the magic didn’t end there! A sign at the end of our street declared in bold: “Garage Sale. Tools and Man Stuff.” For those who share their home with another adult, this was less a suggestion and more a legally compelling summons. Chas vanished faster than a Lightning Lane slot at Rise of the Resistance, Oz in tow, clearly hoping to unearth some hidden Indiana Jones relic (or at least another stick to add to his collection).

Ten minutes and one mini-expedition later, they reappeared, faces radiating unspoken adventure—think dads after surviving EPCOT’s Food & Wine with only a wallet mildly damaged. Moments later, Oz, our seven-year-old, appeared clutching a ten-dollar bill and loudly proclaiming his new life ambition: acquiring a pickaxe. Cue visions of him storming Frontierland, wielding his new prize, with me nervously calculating just how quickly Child Protective Services would respond in our zip code. But hey, boring never makes for good park stories or memorable family runs.

If there’s a lesson buried beneath the layers of outlet shopping, surprise hardware quests, and the ever-present din of “when does school start”—it’s this: structure is more magical than any Cinderella castle. By the time the school year finally started this morning, my fifth grader bolted for the door like he was rope-dropping Seven Dwarfs Mine Train; his enthusiasm was nothing short of Disney magic itself, and I couldn’t be prouder to stand on the sidelines, medal or no medal.

My second grader approached with equal excitement, though laced with those opening day jitters familiar to anyone who’s ever tried a new ride (or new lunch table). He’ll be making friends by lunchtime, probably organizing a lunchroom conga line just to make things interesting.

The preschooler, meanwhile, is pure Tomorrowland—marching to his own futuristic beat, running operations with a tone that suggests he skipped straight past “Cast Member” to “Attraction Manager.” If anyone’s wondering, yes, I’m bracing for parent-teacher conferences featuring references to “leadership skills” (read: tiny tyrant).

But I crave the rhythm as much as the kids do. And after a summer of running from everything—chaos, coupons, pickaxes—I’m ready to settle down with a fastpass for structure and a side of predictability.

So, here’s to tax-free weeks, unexpected adventures, and the kind of family training that leaves you with memories more magical than any race medal or Disney pin. May your journeys be as joyful and slightly unpredictable as a day at the parks—and may your neighbors never need to speed-dial CPS.

And the morning rope drop? Well, we made it. Just keep running forward.

Running Towards the Redhead

Ah, the peculiar alchemy of Disney magic – where else but in Anaheim could the whiff of bromine-treated water become as cherished as the scent of fresh-baked churros? Let us embark on a journey through time, tide, and olfactory obsession, to explore how a pirate-themed boat ride became a cultural touchstone steeped in equal parts history and… well, let’s call it “eau de buccaneer.”

A Whiff of History: From Wax Museums to Waterborne Legends

Picture Walt Disney in the early 1960s, dreaming not of talking mice, but of pirates. His original vision? A walkthrough wax museum in Disneyland’s New Orleans Square, where guests might ponder the sobering realities of 18th-century maritime crime. But fate, like a tipsy parrot, had other plans. After the success of the Carousel of Progress’s audio-animatronic marvels at the 1964 World’s Fair, Disney pivoted. Why settle for static wax when you could have drunken pirates belching Yo Ho in three-dimensional glory? Thus, the ride we know today was born – a splashy, cacophonous ode to pillage and plunder, opening in 1967, three months after Walt’s death, as his final love letter to kinetic storytelling.

The attraction’s façade, modeled after New Orleans’ Cabildo (where the Louisiana Purchase was signed), cost $8 million to build – a sum that, in a delicious twist of irony, matched the price Jefferson paid for the actual Louisiana Territory. Disney’s Imagineers, it seems, have always had a flair for poetic accounting.

The Scent of Nostalgia: Bromine, Bones, and Bedlam

Now, let’s address the elephant – or rather, the skeleton – in the treasure room. Early riders might’ve unknowingly floated past genuine human remains. In a move that would make even the most hardened pirate blush, Disney initially sourced skeletons from UCLA’s medical labs. “Realism!” declared Imagineers, eyeing their unconvincing plastic prototypes. Over time, these macabre decorations were given proper burials… save for one stubborn skull. Rumor insists it still grins from a bedpost in the Captain’s Quarters, a bony holdout from UCLA’s cadaver collection. (Disney officially neither confirms nor denies this, but cast members have been known to wink at the notion.)

Yet for all its skeletal intrigue, the ride’s true legacy lies in its smell. That damp, metallic tang clinging to your clothes isn’t mere water – it’s bromine, chlorine’s posh cousin. Chosen for its gentler scent and resistance to California sunlight, this chemical brew creates an aroma as distinctive as Davy Jones’ locker. Combine it with artificial smoke (burning timber! Gunpowder!), and you’ve bottled the essence of pirate life. So potent is this sensory cocktail that fans now buy Pirates of the Caribbean-scented candles – because nothing says “cozy evening” like evoking moldy caves and cannon fire.

A Ride Through Time: Swashbuckling Revisions

No attraction survives 58 years without controversy. Purists still mourn the 2018 overhaul of the “Auction Scene,” where the infamous redhead shifted from matrimonial merchandise to pillaged poultry. (“We wants the redhead!” became “We wants the chicken!” – progress, Disney-style.) Yet the ride endures, its updates layered like barnacles on a ship’s hull. Even the 2006 addition of Jack Sparrow, swaying drunkenly among the animatronics, feels less like corporate synergy and more like finding a celebrity at your local pub.

The genius lies in the details:

  • 620,000 gallons of brominated water, swirling through 1,838 feet of canal.
  • 120 audio-animatronic rogues, including a pig snoozing peacefully beneath a bridge – a nod to Disney’s belief that even pirates appreciate a good nap.
  • That sleeping pig, by the way, has fans. Real fans. People who’d sooner skip Space Mountain than miss their annual glimpse of swine serenity.

Why We Keep Coming Back: The Alchemy of Memory

What explains our collective obsession? Perhaps it’s the ride’s paradoxical charm – a jolly romp through murder and arson, sanitized for family consumption. Or maybe it’s the way that bromine-laced air acts as a Proustian madeleine, whisking ’90s kids back to sticky summers and souvenir straw hats.

Disney’s Imagineers didn’t just build a ride; they engineered a sensory time machine. The bromine, the skeletons, the coyly winking skull – these are the ingredients of nostalgia, simmered in a kettle of technical wizardry and sheer audacity. So next time you catch that musky scent lingering on your shirt, remember: you’re not just smelling water. You’re inhaling history, one chemically enhanced pirate fart at a time.

Yo ho, yo ho, indeed.

Disneyland Half Marathon Wrap Up

Well I made it through another half marathon!

Overall, I feel great about my body, great about my finish, and loved every minute of this race. One unusual thing about this race was that I got very nervous prior to the race. It was hot, crowded, and there were lots of other runners all trying to funnel through a small area. My brother came to cheer me on and be my pit crew, which was very helpful but not quite as comforting as when my mom is there to take care of me.

The Disneyland Half was the best I have run so far, proving to myself that I can run for time and can continue to PR if I push myself. In fact, I am finding it hard NOT to push myself for time. While I would like to take my time and enjoy the festivities on the course, I can’t seem to get over the fact that I am running fast and keeping a good pace.

Throughout the race, my per mile pace hovered right around 11:31 per mile, and my finish time was almost exactly 15 minutes faster than my last half. I finished at 2:30:56, and am sure that I could finish in under 2:30 in my next one.

it was really a great race, and a great course. I am excited to do more half in the near future, as well as this race again. I just can’t explain how special Disney races are. I wouldn’t be a runner if I hadn’t run my first marathon at Disney.