Dance Marathon 19

If you've never done DM you probably suck as a human. But really, you need to do it at least once in your lifetime! A little background for ya- DM is a student run organization that raises money every year to fight the evil that is cancer. This year alone over 2,000 students gave 24 hours of their life to dance (like a boss) to raise $1,529,650,19 all For The Kids! Over the years, we've raised over 12 million dollars! HOW INCREDIBLE!!

Well no matter the level of incredible, I still couldn't get awash without embarrassing myself. To start the night off right I was dancing like a fool, probably imitating Beyoncé, and threw my hand back and smacked a camera man square in the face. We're talking entire forearm. So that was within the first hour.. only 23 more left.

By the time, oh I don't know, 1 am rolled around, I was called on stage for a competition. I had no idea what I volunteered to do until the guy said, ok now I want you to Skip-it and text at the same time. Obviously he doesn't know my past attempts of multi-tasking. Well to my surprise I won! Who knew I could pull that one off? He even asked if I like America, I screamed so loud I thought I shit my pants again! I didn't, phew, but shit yeah I love America! Then I won 20 and life was great.

The 3rd, and probably most ego bashing event was when I decided to run a mile to raise more money for the kiddos. I go up tot he treadmill and the boy that my group was dancing for (he's 5 years cancer free now! GO CARTER!!), was running his 3 mile. Welp- yikes, haven't done that since...ever. Oh but here's the kicker, he was not only running his third mile of that day at the age of 9, but he was running at a 7.5 speed (almost an 8 min. mile).... i casually ran an 11 minute one. so woo, go Carter.

But in the end all the nonsense I got into was worth it. Because We raised over $1.5 million dollars to kick cancer's ass.

ONE DAY, ONE NIGHT, ONE GOAL, ONE FIGHT. CREATING TOMORROW, BY DANCING TODAY! U OF I DANCE MARATHON!

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