I <3 race photos. Sometimes they catch me at my best, sometimes they catch me at my worst, but unless they catch me walking my bike after a flat tire, they usually make me smile.
Hola Mexico. Get out of my way, por favor.
Oh, yeah. I will just give the camera this super-creepy thumbs-up, and then I will go overtake some Kenyans and win the race.
Hi Jimbo. Please keep running so that I can get closer to the camera.
4:19 OR BUST. Or maybe I had just seen a banana and had to run to it.
Or maybe I just needed to use the bathroom.
I thought I <3-ed sweat, but I think I just <3 cameras. I think Tina’s doing a little dance over there.
Lady, I really like your orange and all, but if you don’t move, I have Jack Johnson and Tom O’Leary back here.
I don’t actually know where this is, but I’m going to assume it’s Central Park because there are SO MANY PEOPLE. I definitely ran into quite a few people in the park. I think I picked up my pace in the park because I was so pissed that it was so packed.
Because I can’t run a race without having a stopping-the-Garmin photo. I really thought they took the photo right before the finish line, and I’d be in the clear waiting, but no dice.
See, I tried. I really tried to wait.
If I could have jumped up and down and it wouldn’t have affected my time, I would have been doing this right here.
My legs hurt like all hell here, but I am so goddamn happy.