I’m really sick this week and thus have nothing interesting to say about what I’ve been eating. And no, I most definitely did not attempt to run this morning.
While I’m deciding which race pictures to order, I thought it’d be fun to tell the story of my race in awkward race photos.
Before the race: smile? pose? Sure. That water would later lead to an early bathroom trip, those Shot Bloks in my bra would be consumed early on.
It’s still dark, but Laurel and I are still smiling.
Maybe if I had kept my mouth closed, my throat wouldn’t hurt so much right now.
I will finish this race if it kills me.
Alternate caption: I have two tickets to the gun show.
I was told there’d be egg rolls.
What, no inspirational messages on the ground?
There’s HOW many miles left?
What? I don’t get the beer until I finish?
Well, alright, I guess I better finish, then.
I’m almost to the beer!
This is clearly the only time during the race I noticed a camera. Otherwise I would have pulled together a smile and double thumbs-up in every other picture.
After: I can barely stand, it’s way too hot to wear a mylar cape, but I want it anyway. My bright pink sports bra is showing through my shirt because of a mixture of sweat, Gatorade and water.