Cat styled as the gentle giant.
The next thing I knew I was back at the hospital. A nurse came in with a syringe. The cat had a syringe of liquid.
She sat up, looked at me with huge eyes, and took a deep breath, just as a nurse would. The liquid was for her. I knew it and couldn't wt any longer. I gave her a kiss on the forehead, sd goodbye, and then I left.
It was time for the big race.
In April 2010, I did my first half marathon in the Twin Cities. It was a great run, and I made the top five, but not much of a race. In fact, I came in only a little over three hours. I had to trn very hard to beat all the others, because at the start line, no one else was even close.
I started to prepare for the 2012 Boston Marathon. I had to be prepared. I had to be able to run well and have great trning. I did.
My race was a little scary, because at the time I had not run a lot of races. When the gun went off I felt very little. But that's Boston.
At the halfway point in the race I saw one of my good friends who had come out to cheer me on. He sd I looked great and was running strong. I thought, "Good, he doesn't look too bad." I kept running, and I felt okay. At the four-mile point I was feeling great and I still felt okay. By that time I was in third place.
Then the real pn started. By the ninth mile I started to feel a bit of strn in my hips. That didn't seem right. I thought, "Oh God, what now?" My stomach felt weird. My hip felt weird. The pn grew. I started to worry.
I kept on running. I kept on believing in myself. I was feeling bad, but I kept on pushing.
By the time I got to the twenty-sixth mile mark, the pn was intense. It felt like someone was sticking knives into me.
As the crowd grew bigger and louder, I was still running. I thought, "Oh God, the crowd is going to think I'm going to quit!" I kept on pushing. But I was starting to walk. I was looking at the people around me.
I thought, "This isn't right. This isn't how it's supposed to be." I was running as hard as I could. I was determined. I was in agony, but I was still running.
After about three minutes, I realized I had lost control of my legs. I was running, but I wasn't running like I was supposed to. I had to stop. I was in the most extreme pn of my life. My hip had turned into an absolute monster.
The crowd was going crazy. They knew something was wrong. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but they didn't like what they were seeing. The crowd kept pushing, getting closer and closer, and I kept trying to hold back. I kept saying, "Oh God, it hurts so bad. Please stop." I was begging them to stop.
By the time they got to the top of the hill and I looked at them, I could not believe my eyes. They were so close. I could see their faces. And they were yelling at me. I couldn't understand what they were saying. They were screaming and I couldn't hear a thing. The crowd pushed and they yelled. They screamed, "You're finished! You're done! You're going to stop! You're going to die!"
I kept telling them I was going to stop, and they kept pushing and screaming at me to stop. The crowd was very loud. It was like a wave crashing over me. I thought, "Oh my God, this is it. This is really going to happen."
I turned to the person next to me and sd, "I can't finish. I can't finish." I was crying. I couldn't believe this was happening. My heart started racing. It was so loud I didn't know if anyone heard me. It was deafening. It was just chaos. I knew I was going to die.
The race was being run in the snow and it was wet. The road was slippery. The wind was howling. I was standing on the side of the road, leaning agnst a fence, screaming for help.
People tried to get near me.
I was so cold. I had nothing. My phone, wallet, everything. No money. No clothes. No shoes. I had no hope.
I was dying.
I didn't know what was going to happen. I didn't know if they would take me to the hospital or not. I didn't know if I could walk anymore. I didn't know if I could keep going.
Then someone grabbed my arms. I was lifted. They put me on a stretcher and took me to the emergency room.
When I arrived at the emergency room, the doctor looked at my leg. I couldn't see him very well because he was standing on my right side. But I could see his face. I saw it right away. He looked scared.
He sd, "You've had an injury and it's bad. You've had a ruptured disk and there's nerve damage."
I knew exactly what he was talking about. I thought, "Oh my God, this is really bad. They're going to have to operate on me."
Then I felt a sharp pn on the top of my head.
The doctor sd, "There's a large knot on the back of your head. It's bleeding, but that's not the issue. I'm going to need you to wt outside, because they are going to need to give me the okay to operate on you. I'm going to need you to sign a wver."
I sd, "Can I wt in the hallway?"
"No," he sd