Race photos crack me up. They catch the true awkward that is me.
I mean. What is this even about?? What am I doing? Who knows.
And then the last mile I took off and finished without my crew and the cameras caught this little gem:
I mean, am I giving a little Arsenio Hall woop woop thing? I don’t even know.
But you know what, even though my running photos won’t be hitting the cover of Runners Magazine anytime soon, I’m proud. I’ve worked hard for this life and God has brought me through some pretty dark yuck to get me to this place.
So, if you aren’t the most photogenic person ever, don’t sweat it. Just smile, be you, and have fun. Then laugh like crazy when your friend takes a photo of you like this: