Late last week, I posted to IG about a great non-scale victory. I got back into this favorite pair of Silver jeans and I have to admit, I was feeling pretty skinny.
Even my butt looked smaller :)
But then race photos came out from Sunday's Bridge Run.
Not flattering AT.ALL. Sure, I'm smiling but I saw the picture and all that confidence from 3 days earlier was gone. Friends kept finding this one and tagging me on FB. Oh the joys of social media.
At least you can see how pretty the setting was. This is around mile 6 in Riverside Park. I was still hanging with the pacers.
Looks like I was happy to finally pull away from the pacers at mile 8. This picture is a bit better, too.
I decided to just have fun in this race. That shows on my face. Also, I'm a dork and need to not pose for the photographers. (That dude in the jacket owes me big for being his rabbit. Maybe he was just checking out my ass for 10 miles.)
Another not-so-flattering picture from the finish line. Obviously I'm glad to be done (and it's cool that both of my feet are off the ground).
So, if photos don't lie, which picture should I believe? The skinny selfie? The fat hanging over the fuel belt? The strong runner at the finish? I really don't know anymore. As for the weigh-in this week - I'm up .6 pounds. Better than the 3 pounds I was up just 2 days ago.
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