I have a cool race picture and want to brag, so here we go.
Yes, that is the entire reason for this post. I could have hidden my reasons in some post about race mantras or recaps, but come on. I just wanted to brag a little about my strong finish. That's what blogging is for. Narcissists who need an ego boost.
Reason #367 that I loved my trail race yesterday: when I logged onto Facebook today, they had an album up of 400 race pictures from yesterday. Thank you very much! They had a picture of every single finisher, and then a bunch at the start and the awards. Also, I have reason to believe whoever was taking pictures thought Tim was a stud. There are SO MANY pictures of him running, frame by frame. Jealous, what? No way. Shut up.
Before the race Tim and I were chatting to some people from the local running group and someone snapped a pic. I love the photo bomb here - made better by the fact that the accidental walk-into-the-frame was done by none other than the guy who wins every single race in the area.
He's only in high school, but he comes from a crazy running family. His little brother (maybe cousin?) is 12 and routinely kicks my butt. For reference, my official time yesterday was 28:06. The 12 year old came in with a 19:56 -on really hilly trail 5k. Unreal!
Because this is a random post of pictures, I have to share this one with you too. Anyone seen this before? Remember when it was really exciting to have a wireless phone because you didn't have to be connected to some giant handset? Well now you can pay extra for that giant handset to plug it into your little iPhone.
Seriously? That's $16. To make your hands-free phone a giant ugly contraption. Who buys this stuff?
Did you run as a child/teenager?
I did a little as a teenager, but mostly to get in shape for soccer season. For the record, it didn't help much. I was a terrible soccer player but the school was small enough that wanting to be on the team was enough to get you a spot.
How old were you when you got a cellphone?
I was 16 - and my boyfriend at the time bought it for me, not my parents. Such a rebel. I was definitely the last of all my friends to get a phone (this was in 2004).