1. The race started several minutes late (a first in Disney history, apparently!).  We were cold; we were shivering.  And there were two distinct camps of women present.  The first camp were those of us thrilled to be there at all - no matter the temperature, no matter the delay.  We passed the time chatting and tried to stay as warm as we possibly could.  The second camp were those who were inexplicably inconvenienced by the delay or the chilly temperatures.  One pair of ladies obviously had a flight to catch and were concerned about missing it.  Others complained about not having cover before the race.  Here's the thing, though.  There was nothing we could do about the delay or the cold.  It was uncontrollable.  How we reacted to it?  That WAS controllable.  It was all about our attitudes.  
2. At the risk of oversharing, let me tell you about my first mile.  With the cold and the excitement and, yes, the delay; my abdomen was in urgent need of a restroom.  Something that was not readily available in the corrals.  I had no choice; I had to wait until the first set of porta potties.  Now hear me out:  to me, this was a crisis on multiple levels.  Of course, there's the obvious internal turmoil, but this was also before I realized that I truly had plenty of time to finish the race.  Therefore, I was mildly panicked about how much time it would take to stand in the crazy long lines for the porta potties.  I had two choices there:  I could either panic and allow that panic to keep me from enjoying the experience, or I could literally grit my teeth and make the best of an already trying situation.  

So what about you?  Do you try to control everything, or do you have a handle on what is controllable?