I ran the first three kilometers coming second. By this time they were 4 of us who were leading by a huge huge distance than the others. The others had began to feel tired and woozy and most of them stopped by the water. I was the only one who hadn't stopped even once throughout. My leg had started to act up and this is the point where I really wished I had my ridiculously loud music to distract me. Problem number six wasn't too far away. My stomach suddenly hurt. Of course, halfway through the marathon mother nature decided to have a visit!
I went on. I finally reached the station where I had to collect my token. Problem number seven! They ran out of the tokens. I jogged on my spot and finally after about five minutes I got my token. By this time I realized I was coming third out of the thirty people in the group. Two more kilometers to go..I was losing breath. At this point, one of my close guy friends caught with me and he screamed at me to go on. I ran. My leg was at a stage where I could feel it cracking with each step. Took over another person. One more to go. I can't.
Just as I was about to stop and start walking my last kilometer that same guy friend yelled at me. I was too tired to hear anything, too tired to respond. He yelled again.
"WHAT?"
"YOU HAVE TO GO ON COME ON YOU HAVE TO, ITS JUST ONE MORE PERSON. COME ON! MAN UP"
I sprinted the last kilometer.
Finally, it was over.
The teacher comes towards me.
"Glucose is that way, can I please have your token?"
"Sure..."
Wait a minute. Whats that? Problem number eight? I had lost my token.
I almost cried. I was so upset I remember how angry and irritated I was. I lay down on the ground and concentrated on the sharp, sharp pain I felt in my right leg. Was this all not worth anything?
While I was on the ground my hands rubbed against the grass and hit something unusual. I opened my eyes and realized I had found my token. I picked it up and limped towards to counter to submit my token. People were cheering...but everything felt hazy. I look down at my leg and see it covered in patches of purple. I could see my veins through my leg and a part of it covered in blood.
My sister comes running towards me and hugs me, she tells me I came first.
FIRST?!
Oh but we can never end the story without problem nine.
The guy who came second was throwing a fit. And so my 'slightly biased to rich students' school handed him the first prize and I officially came second.
And that's my first marathon story! No matter how pathetic it sounds it was one of my best experiences and I would never have it any other way. It made me so much stronger than what I was and I'm so so proud of myself and how my willpower was so solid.
That's all for this story!
Cya until another one.
I went on. I finally reached the station where I had to collect my token. Problem number seven! They ran out of the tokens. I jogged on my spot and finally after about five minutes I got my token. By this time I realized I was coming third out of the thirty people in the group. Two more kilometers to go..I was losing breath. At this point, one of my close guy friends caught with me and he screamed at me to go on. I ran. My leg was at a stage where I could feel it cracking with each step. Took over another person. One more to go. I can't.
Just as I was about to stop and start walking my last kilometer that same guy friend yelled at me. I was too tired to hear anything, too tired to respond. He yelled again.
"WHAT?"
"YOU HAVE TO GO ON COME ON YOU HAVE TO, ITS JUST ONE MORE PERSON. COME ON! MAN UP"
I sprinted the last kilometer.
Finally, it was over.
The teacher comes towards me.
"Glucose is that way, can I please have your token?"
"Sure..."
Wait a minute. Whats that? Problem number eight? I had lost my token.
I almost cried. I was so upset I remember how angry and irritated I was. I lay down on the ground and concentrated on the sharp, sharp pain I felt in my right leg. Was this all not worth anything?
While I was on the ground my hands rubbed against the grass and hit something unusual. I opened my eyes and realized I had found my token. I picked it up and limped towards to counter to submit my token. People were cheering...but everything felt hazy. I look down at my leg and see it covered in patches of purple. I could see my veins through my leg and a part of it covered in blood.
My sister comes running towards me and hugs me, she tells me I came first.
FIRST?!
Oh but we can never end the story without problem nine.
The guy who came second was throwing a fit. And so my 'slightly biased to rich students' school handed him the first prize and I officially came second.
And that's my first marathon story! No matter how pathetic it sounds it was one of my best experiences and I would never have it any other way. It made me so much stronger than what I was and I'm so so proud of myself and how my willpower was so solid.
That's all for this story!
Cya until another one.
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