Okay, it’s been about a month ago since we ran the marathon… I’m already so out of shape! Ready to train for the next one haha.
Anyways, The MetroPcs marathon didn’t exactly go as planned. Me and Steph had every move we made, every bite of food we took planned out for the last week before the marathon. We were so determined to achieve our time goal.
The morning of the marathon, we drove to Dallas early to beat the traffic. We walked around some, stretched, you know the drill. We were at the starting line and got so excited to get to do what we had been training for for so many months now! After going to the porter potty’s about 12 times we were ready to go. We hadn’t even started yet and we were already sweating.. the humidity was at 90% that day.. but we didn’t think twice about it.
We heard the gun and everybody started moving. There were sooo many people at this marathon, it took a while until we could actually run. The day before we got these awesome shirts with a crown on the front and on the back, “we don’t sweat, we sparkle”
we were all confident in our cool shirts and ran the first 10 miles with ease. Then we started having a harder time. Steph said she wasn’t feeling good and got kinda quiet. I was feeling tired, but that was it. Then around mile 14 I started feeling hungry.. which never happens during one of my runs.. By this time Steph was feeling better and ready to pick up the pace. We did for a little bit, but around mile 15 I just wanted to give up and die.. I didn’t though. We kept going and suddenly Steph said she had to throw up! At mile 17 she stepped to the side and made some weird noises but nothing came out… She did that a couple more times when we ran further. It was pretty funny, but I didn’t have the energy to laugh. The marathon started getting less and less cheery.. The farther we got, the more it looked like we were running in a civil war or something! people were laying on the side of the roads grabbing their legs and crying. By mile 19 I was feeling so weak, I couldn’t see good anymore. For a second I thought,”am I gonna faint?” But I figured I wouldn’t since I NEVER faint. But soon enough there I was on the ground. I woke up with about 6 people over me yelling stuff and telling me to stay with them. I wanted to say that I was fine, but couldn’t talk, so I tried to tell Steph telepathically I guess haha. One guy was holding my arm saying that I was cold, and another dude said he couldn’t find a heartbeat. I was wondering what was going on, cause I knew I was fine. A woman sat me up against her knees and shoved some Gatorade gel packets in my mouth. Another man gave me some gatorade to drink and to get my strength back. By this time I got up and said that I was ready to go… but they wouldn’t let me go! I acted like a little bratty kid, because if we had left right then, we still would’ve made our goal time. But no.. they called an ambulance.. they had me sitting there for 45 minutes! I felt so bad, cause Stephanie waited for me, even though she could’ve just gone on and finished. She is the best friend ever! Finally I got to sign a waiver so they wouldn’t be responsible and ran the rest of the marathon.