despite my best attempts to avoid any “action shots” during my quest to live through my first marathon, i discovered recently that i forgot that i allowed a family friend to shoot an amusing photo of me around mile 18.

your guess is as good as mine as to what i’m trying to accomplish with that pose. perhaps i was influenced by the strange power that a terry cloth headband can have over your better sense of judgement. hi. ho. i look a lot more happy than i did around mile 24.