There's 200 meters left in the race and my hamstrings just lock up. I start to feel like I'm losing my balance so my arms go out to try and stabilize myself and I lean forward a little. At this point, I have fallen off the chase pack and going really slow.
With 100 meters left in the race, I fell to my hands and knees for the first time. I had no idea what was going on but all I knew is that I wanted to finish the race.
I finally cross the finish line and just collapse onto the infield of the track. Two of my coaches picked me up off the ground and carried me over to the trainer's tent. In the last 100 meters of that race I fell to my hands and knees four times and barely made it across the line.
I lay down and sit on the trainer's table and she checks me out to see what went wrong. My parents are with me and coaches too. The trainer ultimately says that my blood sugar was really low, which meant I ate too far in advance of my race and had no energy left.
From that table, I watched Lexi win the 2 mile and become a state champ as a sophomore. I was so happy for her and hugged her when I got the chance.
Back at the tent, I was really upset and Lexi talked to me for a while and she was there trying to support me and make me feel better. Her and I have actually become really close friends so she knows me really well. That isn't how I wanted my last track race to go but I was super happy for Lexi and I eventually got over it.