Bloggers like attention. Every few days, we sit down and type out wonderfully crafted stories about the goings on in our lives just knowing that everyone will think that it is the best story ever. (I mean, at least that is what I think.) Every so often though, we get handed a story so embarrassing that we know that there is no way that we could post it. But, of course, we remember how well crafted our other stories are so decide to post it anyway. This afternoon, instead of a slice of humble pie, I received the “
she loves him instead of me so I’m going to eat my way stupid” size piece of humble pie. You see my blogger friends, I take HORRIBLE race pictures (as also seen here), and today I found some doozies that would make even the most boastful person blush.
While talking with a friend about which race photo they should buy, I mentioned that I take such horrible race photos that I don’t even bother looking at them anymore. My expression is usually a mix between pain, constipation, surprise, and that look that President George W Bush had on his face when someone asks him a tough question (fear).
While I could take all of the “credit” I have to admit, it is partly the race photographer’s fault. They never seem to be at mile 3 when everyone isn’t covered with sweat, spit, Gatorade, and a look of desperation
(Also, how I looked at most high school dances). Instead, they camp out at mile 20. The thought process is that racers will be more apt to buy a picture of just themselves vs a picture of them with some 75 year old woman with leggings blasting past. In practice, they end up with pictures of people doing the walk of shame.
What follows is my own personal Rock and Roll Arizona walk of shame - and my thought process as I went through my race pictures (race report here) this afternoon.
The pictures always start out really good. Running along, good form...
Ok, I didn't notice the camera, but that is fine I'll get it in the next one
Opps, didn't notice it here either. Crap.
Maybe they should put some blinking lights on the camera guys?
Oh god, what is going on here? Certainly they must have caught me at a bad moment.
Was I yawning? People don't yawn during marathons, do they? And why was I yawning with my bottom lip?
Oh wow. Yup, that is pretty much how I remember it. Pain, lots of pain - mixed with constipation.
Although, I don't remember eating a lot of cheese?
Did I get kicked in the junk?
Oh come ON!? They don't get any better??
Although if you look at my face upside down - totally smiling. That is weird.
Finally, the last picture. I can only assume that this was some sort of euphoric high?
I'll bet there was LSD in the Gatorade.
With pictures like those – Karma sure as hell had better have SOMETHING good coming my way. I’d better buy a lottery ticket. You can’t be too sure.
Come on, I can’t be the only person with bad race pictures, right??