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.
“DON’T STOP! DON’T GIVE UP NOW! ONE LAST HILL! DON’T WIMP OUT!”
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.
2015 is a year for taking chances and challenging ourselves. Let’s do this!!
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