After a flight delay of 3 hours, I have made it to Orlando just fine. Airport and resort food is not healthy, I warn you now.
Tonight while sprinting to get our bags before the bellhop knocked on our door and woke sleeping parents, I finally understood the idea of running slower or faster. It's something I've been pondering recently because I've only ever felt I could run, or walk. But. Tonight I was in a run, and then we ran faster. It was quite refreshing too, not easily managed at 77% humidity and 72 degrees at midnight. I'm vaguely considering doing a morning sprint every day while here so I can start my day right. I'll see how I feel about it in the morning when I'm up in the middle of my body clock's night.