After the World Championships in 2006 I was on top of the world. I had everything: the fame, the girls, the endorsements, the idolship, and the mindset of a [explicit] idiot. I was a champion runner. Marathons, 5k, 10k, 15k, and anything and everything that included a track and a pair of shoes. I couldn't help but to think that I had never been any happier.
I was standing on top of the greatest pedestal in my entire career. The cameras were flashing, the women were screaming, and the money was about to flow in to my bank account. That night I believe I layed with four different women. I probably smoked, snorted, and …show more content…
I started to fly under the radar for I was too embarrassed to receive any attention for my Epilepsy. I was able to return to a top physical condition and qualified for the 2007 Olympics in Dubai. The only thing was I was so terrified to take each stride in my runs.
The night before the run of my life in the Olympics I received a call from the hospital that my father had gone into the hospital after suffering a stroke. I rushed there as fast as I could but I was too late. My mind was way too scrambled to race anymore but my mother and Samantha convinced me to continue. I was a completely different person, before I would not rely on anyone to make any kind of decision for for me. But I was literally on my knees begging for their help that night.
I cried harder than I had ever in my entire life that night. But I woke up that next morning with a determined look on my face. But this one was different, I did not even care. I had much more on my mind. I was just going to go out there with my heart. It was no longer me vs. the field. It was my family and I vs. the game of