Just this past week, I participated in UCLA's annual Dance Marathon to raise funds and awareness for Pediatric AIDS. It was a grueling 26 hours (because a running marathon is approximately 26 miles) from 11:00 am Saturday to 1:00 pm Sunday of dancing- no sitting- but it was so worth it!
We raised $451,144.03!
We raised $451,144.03!
The theme for this year was "Dream Out Loud", so all throughout the night we had different costume changes pertaining to dreaming.
1) "Dream Team", which involved dressing up with superpowers. And who has better powers than a unicorn? (Or a unicorn princess, for that matter? The Office, anyone?)
2) "American Dream", dressing up in some way representing our country! Red, white, blue, and stars for the win!
3) "Extreme Dream", involving bright colors, spandex, tie dye, etc! And game faces, as you can see by Sarah and my faces.
4) "Dream Machine", a time machine into any era of your choosing! Of course I chose the 50's.
It was seriously like a dance party the entire time. We had DJs switching out every 4 hours, people were decked out in their costumes and going crazy.
I thought that the enthusiasm would die out by the 10th hour, or at least the 20th hour (I know I was dying inside) but people were high-energy the entire time! Maybe that's the only way to cope with being so tired both of mind and body...
We were all dying quite a bit by the end. At meal times, we were eating at tables without chairs, and it was practically torture.
The best feeling was squatting with your arms on the table because it took pressure off your feet and relieved pressure from your lower back from standing up for so long... but the minute you stood up, it hurt even more.
Priscilla and I also tried sleeping while in this position. It didn't work.
My favorite hour of the whole 26 was the very last one, named "Power Hour".
Instead of playing the same current mainstream songs that we had been hearing the whole night, we had an hour of songs that everyone knew all the words to- "Ain't No Mountain High Enough", "Don't Stop Believing", "Build Me Up Buttercup", etc.
There was a LOT of fist pumping and shout-singing.
And the best moment of the whole thing? The end.
Literally the second we finished, when the stopwatch hit 00:00, everyone screamed and fell down.
We hadn't sit down for 26 hours, that was the best feeling in the world!