Originally posted by Cinnamon in 2017.
I was one of those women in the photos from the 2017 Boston Marathon. This is my story.*
My cheek pressed to the pavement. “Damn,” I said to myself. “I have no excuse. I know better and should have been more prepared.”
I was at mile 11 of the Boston Marathon and a raging disaster of a leg cramp had sent me stumbling across an entire traffic lane of Central Street just past the Natick city limits, tripping on another runner’s shoe in the process and culminating in an epic face plant. I thought I could see the 20k up ahead. If I got up and ate a salt tab there would be a water station nearby and I’d be fine to finish.
Then, as if out of nowhere, large hands were hoisting me up. “Thanks, I think I got it. I just need …”
“It’s okay, I’ve got you from here miss!” a burly man shouted into my face as he held me to his side with one arm. Read more >>