Dallas PCS Marathon


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.marath 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.maratho 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.

We got our pace back and finished the marathon anyway. WE DID IT!! 2 marathons in 1 year 😀


Knot In My Stomach

Lately I’ve been waking up nervous and excited everyday.. I just don’t know what to do with myself right now. Just a week ago, I was finally able to have my papers sent off to get a new visa. My current one is expiring in January. Its the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I worry about when I go to bed. I can’t Imagine having to leave this country. I love it so much here, the music, the people, the freedom, the food, the diversity, the long never ending roads, I love it all! Sometimes I get used to it and complain about being in Odessa, since its the armpit of the USA. But I remind myself everyday of how free I feel here. I remember coming here on vacation with my parents when I was little, and I would just fantasize how I would live here someday, and I actually did it.. Unlike so many people, I didn’t give up my childhood dreams. I’ve met soooo many great people while I’ve been here. All my best friends live here. I couldn’t survive in Holland anymore.. I don’t think. I spent my whole life trying to be “American.” I never felt like I fit in, in Holland. I’m still always the odd one out, but I feel more American than I do Dutch..

Well anywaysss I wanted to thank everyone again that helped me on my current visa application. It means so much to me that even complete strangers reached out. In hopefully 2 months I’ll know if I’m accepted or not, and then I’ll be able to stay here for another year at least 🙂

And then tomorrow… is the first entry day for the “DV lottery.” This is a lottery, where the government just gives 50 000 random people a green card  I’ve been entering for the last 5 years and still haven’t one. But maybe this will be my time 🙂

A lot of people have told me that there’s no way it’s this difficult to come in to this country, since there are sooooooooo many illegals. I know.. this makes me so mad! I just learned that if I had come here illegally and stayed here for the amount of time I have been, I would have been eligible for a green card next year.. Its not fair that people that are literally committing crimes are being rewarded for it. But me complaining about this won’t get me anywhere, so I’ll just keep doing it my way.. the legal way. the legal way means applying for a visa, that suits your reason for coming to this country. My first visa was to be an exchange student, this visa was just a 100 bucks. Since I came with an organization, the process was pretty easy because they took care of everything. Going to college, I needed a new visa. This was a little bit harder, because I needed proof that I had money. I needed to have at least 14 ooo dollars in the bank to support myself. Since me and my parents made an agreement that if I’d move to the US I would support myself, I worked 3 jobs for a year and saved 18 000.. So with that proof and papers from the school I got in. Then last year I needed a work visa.. this really freaked me out. With the help of my counselor at the college we applied and 4 months later I heard i was approved.. 4 longest months of my life! If i hadn’t been approved I would’ve had to go back to Holland. So now it’s waiting for this visa… Hopefully I’ll know a little sooner, don’t feel like waiting 4 months again :/