Here is the thing– I have this weird habit of looking like the Wicked Witch of the West when I concentrate on something, anything. My mom has passed me while driving and, in her words, I looked like I wanted to ram the car in front of me. When I run, it’s apparently the same. I look SO angry in these pics! For example:
Not okay. This was near the finish line, so I should be happy. But no, instead I look like my foot is killing me and I’m miserable. Oh wait…
And then there are these. I forgot to tell y’all that a woman and her boyfriend/husband/significant other were standing on the side of the course completely screaming at each other! Like, the woman was red-faced and throwing stuff and the guy was yelling back: total scene. Anyway, I was intrigued by this fight and kinda wanted to hang out and watch. I mean, it was like reality TV in City Park, you know?
Well, apparently I watched it for longer than I though! Every single one of my pics has Craig and I looking at the couple, clearly fascinated with the drama. Priorities, people.
Clearly I NEEDED to see this fight!! (It was some good drama, y’all!)
Know what else? I really need to fix that pronation issue. I’m practically knock-kneed!