My First Marathon-- Part 2

So it was the night before the marathon and I had happened to injure my entire right leg to the point where I couldn't stand. There was so much of a hype in my head that night that I couldn't get myself to concentrate on anything- among all that chaos, I forgot to charge my Ipod.

The next morning I wrapped the crape bandage on my leg and went to school with my head held high. I decided that I wouldn't go all out but the only thing I would do is finish the race. Even if I came last, I just had to finish the race. With that mindset I waited for my turn. When our group was finally called out and I walked to the starting point there were two boys who I happened to overhear. I would like to thank those two boys a bunch. One of those two boys was my ex best friend. I heard them speak- "Oh look, shes's participating! So sweet of her to be joining in the race, of course someone has to come last. ammiright?"

I wasn't angry. I was hurt. 

But those two made me strong, they gave me an instant boost to prove them wrong. I decided I didn't care how much my leg hurt, I would go on and on. I would go on until I literally couldn't move. I had to do this.

I put in my earplugs and of course here is when I realized my ipod was dead. Before I could react to the situation the gun was shot and everyone had began their race. I took a deep breath and comforted myself with phrases like "everything happens for a reason" I was leading the group alongside my best friend within five minutes which isn't too assuring considering there were 7 more kilometers to go by but still it encouraged me. Suddenly problem number six- my crape bandage was coming off. People stomped all over it and I can hardly explain how scared I was. I was considering leaving the race instantly. My best friend was in front and when she looked behind she saw me way behind everyone, on the floor, messing with my crape bandage. She ran back to me and told me I could do this. I nodded and unwrapped the crape bandage off. I ran the next 6 kilometers with the bandage in my hand. By this time my bestfriend and I were way behind, I looked at her and she smiled saying "aw go on. I wouldn't make it anyway." I patted her back and sprinted ahead. Without her.  

----part 3 coming up!----