It’s a good thing that my child was due on March 5, 2012. It’s funny to think that if she were estimated to arrive 6 days earlier I could have missed out on the friends I’ve made just because of that date. I like to think of it as fate. I am a part of an online community of moms with March (or thereabouts) 2012 children who are very interested in maintaining a healthy lifestyle. We motivate each other daily and it is because of these moms that I started running half a year ago. Had my daughter been born at any other time, I probably wouldn’t be looking forward to a marathon.
Yesterday, a fellow runner and blogging friend from the group, Sara, brought up the topic of race photos and WHY THE HELL ARE THEY SO UNFLATTERING!? Sara’s picture was way far from unflattering, but I totally understood the sentiment. I had already looked through the pictures that were taken of me at my half 2 weeks ago and while I was smiling in many of them, I still looked like too much of a goon to want to drop $25 on a digital download. I logged in to MarathonFoto so I could show her one of my more unappealing images and noticed that they had added a new one since I last checked.
As soon as I saw it, tears welled up in my eyes. I knew I had to have it. It is my finish line photo.
Every single emotion I was feeling right at that moment is summed up in this photograph and I felt them all rushing back as I looked at it. It is far from the most becoming shot that has ever been taken of me, but to me it is one of the most beautiful images I’ve ever seen of myself.
This is a picture of why I run.
Like I seriously wish I could just whip this photo out whenever someone tells me I’m crazy for waking up before sunrise to get a few miles in. I do it because of this.
I typed in my payment information without any lingering doubt and now this photo is mine forever. Whoever that photographer was, I wish I could give them the biggest hug for capturing this perfect moment for me.