Am I a dramaqueen or what?

Today in Personal Fitness Coach Smith (the teacher I used to now like but now I think he's a nice teacher) had us run 2 "laps" for normal credit, and 3 if we wanted extra credit. Now, a lap in Mr. Smith's class is no ordinary lap; a lap in his class consists of running a whole lap and one stadium. So me, being the over-acheiver that I am, decided to try to run 3 "laps". I was doing just fine until I was on my last lap and only had 1/4 a mile to run, it was then that it hit me that I was going to fall over from pain/heat before I got to the coach to tell him I ran 3. As I finished, I really (I'm not exaggerating here) didn't know if I could walk the 100 feet to the bathroom so I didn't have to throw up on the road. I made in the bathroom (a miracle in itself), but then there was like 30 feet to walk to get to the actual stalls! Ohmyword, it was horrible, I felt like I was going to faint from exhaustion/abdominal pain. So I sit down on the toilet, totally not able to think except for "I'm going to faint from pain and no one will no I'm here, they're going to leave me here over night". I was so tempted to just lay on the floor of the stall and never move again. Then the girls from Swimming come in to change, they were so loud, singing their stupid songs (about 12 minutes has gone by now). When almost everyone leaves, I finally get the strenght to stand up, I literally tried twice before and couldn't find the strength to stand/get up. so it took me a while to open the lock (yes, I am pathetic), and there's these 2 girls left in the locker room, and they pay no attention to me, and I open the door and sit down outside for a good 5 minutes (until I hear the "Seniors are dismissed" bell). People walk past me, I'm bright red, almost shaking, and too weak to talk, and no one even asks me if I was ok (I wasn't!). So the seniors are dismissed and I pull on my shoes, then start walking.....idn how long, but I know it's longer than the football field. I walked to the road (about 300 ft to go; to get to the locker room), and all (Jrs, 10th, 9th) students are dismissed now. I'm crying now because my body was/is under so much stress and I finally get into the locker room and feel a bit better, but I'm shaking a little. I get dressed and go to the car, still tearing, and Warren and Cayla ask what's wrong, I have no clue what I said. But I know my mom gave me water, cancelled my Piano lessons, and Cayla went to get my books.
Just to let you know: it (the abdominal pain) was worse than the worst menstrual cramps I've ever had.