Projectile vomited during miles 21 and 24, came in second to last, ended up in the hospital for severe dehydration, but I FINISHED!

Well from my title, I'm sure you can tell the marathon was quite the event for me. Let's start with the positive: I FINISHED. Sure, it put me in the hospital to get two bags full of IV fluids. Sure, I came in 2nd to last, but seriously, there were 30 or so runners who didn't finish, so who's counting?
Once I started puking, the paramedics wanted to take me off the course, but I refused. I'm very proud for finishing in such condition. I'll give a FULL race report tomorrow or Monday. I don't know my official time because by the time I crossed the finish line, they had taken down the clock and were packing up the race. (Yes, I had to walk in the final miles and the police escorts left and so did all the volunteers so it made for fun, and very unsafe times. Luckily my dad came in and walked me in, more on that tomorrow.)

Matt thinks my time was something like 6:39. You know what? I don't care. I finished, puking, hobbling and straight to the E.R., but I finished. I can do anything. (Except run more marathons. My marathon career is over. I'm sticking with halfs.)

More tomorrow.