Sadly, I don’t have any pictures of me running track in high school. Which is probably a good thing, come to think of it.
I was the slowest runner on the track team. I felt that I didn’t deserve to consider myself a member of the track team or a runner.
But, really, you know what the slowest runner on the track team is? A runner.
And I still am.
Here’s me at the end of my very first half marathon in 2009, 20 years after being that slowest runner and 5 years ago.
I’ll post my marathon report from Sunday’s marathon a little later today. How did it get to be Thursday already?
Well, it’s Thursday again so I’ve once again gone into the pitifully small set of old photos that are not still stashed in my brother’s basement. Here’s one of my mom at Easter in what I believe is 1998 (most of my photos are neither timestamped nor labelled, because I’ve never been organized enough for that and somehow always believed that I’d be able to look at an image and know exactly who was in it, where it was taken, and when. Yeah. I’m an archaeologist’s nightmare.). In 1998, I was still a 20-something and my mother would still send me a little basket of Easter goodies no matter where I was living. Actually, she still does. Moms are great.
My mom, our living room, Easter 1998. I have no idea what she’s trying to grow in the red solo cups…
And as a bonus, here’s a close up of yours truly in the picture behind my mom. That’s her living room and apparently in 1998 she still had one of my Sears Portrait Studio photos from when I was 8 or so on the wall. Because she never throws anything away and probably preferred to think of me as cute little girl instead of the nutcase that was me in my twenties.
The photo behind my mom on the wall is a wee little me at the Sears Portrait Studio