I got the dreaded e-mail informing me that my half marathon photos are up from Sunday, but avoided looking at them until now. I knew they were going to be bad. Not only did I have my arms out (not good), but the tights I had on were a thinner material than I normally run with because of the heat (translation: they do not suck everything in to where I want it to stay). Understand that the photos I have chosen to grace your eyeballs with are the most flattering of the lot. Then count yourselves lucky that I didn’t post the belly-laugh-inducing hot-mess photos in which I can only compare myself realistically to a stroke victim. You are welcome.
And so the quest continues for a non-shitty race photo. Good thing I’m signed up to a gazillion races this year*.
*A slight exaggeration.