Almost every picture that the Crooked Road 24-hour photographer captured of me was somewhere on the course, running with friends. And while it’s always fun to post pictures of yourself that look or make you feel good or cool or athletic, this one is my favorite.
I had finished what I could of the race (correction: the race had finished me) and had just emerged from my tent after a couple hours of “rest,” which included several desperate attempts to fix the tent after wind and rain collapsed it. So with no sleep, legs stiff as boards, mismatched clothes and exhaustion written all over my face, I crawled outside. The photographer was standing there and asked to take my picture. My first thought was, “Oh my god, please no.” But in two seconds, the past 24 hours ran through my mind. Every piece of doubt, every little insecurity, every little negative voice in my head — squashed during this race. I threw my hands up, said, “Hell yes” and click. My favorite.
This is what I will remember once I can walk normally again.
I’ll be back for that 100.