I was a dancer this weekend for THON; it was a great experience but I need to say the truth, it wasn't fun all the time. Staying awake wasn't the problem for me, but I think that it was because I was in so much pain that I totally forgot that I hadn't slept for a really long time.
One of the things that were really frustrating for me was the fact that my morale (the person that is there specially for you, to support you, give you company, and just make sure that you were doing OK) had to leave, now I understand that if you have 700 dancers you cannot have 700 morales there at all time, but at the moment I just got really mad because we all had so much fun when they were there, and once they left we would just be there tired and complaining about every part of our body that was hurting, it was kind of depressing.
I got really scared on Sunday morning around 5 am, because my knees were killing me and I knew that I had around 12 more hours to go, and I was positive that there was no way I was going to make it 12 more hours in such a pain. I don't really understand how I did it, for a while I was just on a weird stage, I actually started to hear everyone speaking in Spanish when of course they were speaking in English, and a lot of weird stuff began to happen.
At the end thank God I did it and once you reach the last 4 hours and your THON family is there with you and you see who you are doing this for and what these hours of pains are actually for, then everything changes and you feel so much better. Well the pain is still there but at least you know it is for something that is completely worth it.
Monday, February 23, 2009
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