Help A Sister Out

Between miles 7 and 8, I saw my life pass before my eyes.

Come on Sullivan. Pull it together.  You’ve been training for this race for months.  

Oh look, a man pushing a baby stroller just passed by.  Yup, he’s wearing a kilt.  How the hell is he running so fast??  

Ok, my left foot has decided she’s done.  Five miles to go.  Just make it up this hill, sister.

Phew!  I made it!   And there’s the blessed blessed water station!  Chug it!   Aaaaand, I missed my mouth.  It’s ok, my shirt will dry in seconds.   It’s 90 degrees and climbing.

Back on flat road, ugh…my left foot is killing me…

Oh wow!   Am I delirious, or are those bulls grazing on that hillside?   That is amaaaaazing.  How beautif…S**T!   Didn’t see that pothole.   Oh well, I didn’t need my right ankle anyway.

Really?!  A group of senior citizens just passed me.  Seven of them.  How do I know they’re senior citizens?   Cause their t-shirts say “Senior Citizens Can Still Kick Your Ass”

Why’re they so happy?  And how are they talking to each other?  I can hardly release my jaw to suck in this hot, dry air.

Help me out playlist!  Where is that Beyonce song I added last night?  Sorry Wham, you’re not cutting it dudes.

Woah,  I must have blacked out for awhile, because hallefreakinlujah, I’m approaching the MILE 12 marker!

Oh no, is that ANOTHER hill??  I can’t do it.   Gotta throw in the towel and jump in the medic van.  Epic failure.

Huh?  What’s that?  Is that man yelling at me?  Yup, he is.


Okay, did he call me a wimp?   That’s funny for some reason.  Hahaha!…Oh crap, now I’m crying.  Don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up…

Hot tears and heavy wheezes.   It’s ok sir, it’s not you.   My body is broken.   And I can’t feel anything from the waist down.

I’m really slowing down now… gonna stop…Yes?   Mom?   Is that you?   How’d you get in my head?   Yeah, I know you’re proud of me…but….but…I can’t…no seriously…okaaaaay… I’ll try….

Get up this last hill Sullivan!

There it is! (loud gasp)  On the other side of that Citibank is the finish line.

Let’s crank it up a notch and sprint home!  Umm…nope.  Just don’t stop moving, how about that?

There it is: The gorgeous finish line.

A few more steps to go.  Put your arms up Sullivan, and smile big, cause you might wanna buy this picture.

Aaaand done!   I made it!  I’m through!!

13.1 long-ass painful miles.  I’m relieved and proud.  Still can’t feel my lower body.

Say cheese!!

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  1. Hi Kelly

    I read this and it was the encouragement I needed to keep pushing on no matter what I’m going through. If you can do it I can too. I love revieving information from Thattagurl. It’s always so uplifting and encouraging especially for someone like me who suffers from depression. Thank you so much for creating a community for women like myself to be able to share our stories with each other.


    • April, thank you for those beautiful words.
      I am so happy to hear that you enjoy reading our posts.
      Thank you for being a part of this, and for bringing Thatta Gurl into your life.
      We are here for each other.