The official race photos came out. I was super excited to see them. Because zomg!
I ran a half marathon!
But then I saw them. And then a lotta self-beat-uppery commenced. I could rant and rave an ocean of vitriol about these pictures, but suffice it to say, I’m appalled by the fatness.
This is somewhere in between 9 and 10 miles, I think.
Look! You smiled! And you waved! And seriously! LOOK! That is you. Doing this crazy scary thing that you didn’t think you could.
But it’s like I can’t properly look. I can only see the bad parts.
I think part of what appealed to me about all the running was that it’s like shirking this woe-is-me fat girl personae. And I hate that lady. She’s embarrassing. I would rather either a) not be fat or b) pretend that I’m not. So I don’t like talking about her. I’m not even feeling so confident about writing this right now, because it feels like such a big admission. I hate that fat lady.
I don’t want to dwell on her. So let’s move on. That’s enough looking at the pictures. I’ll just use this to try and re-focus on efforts of not-fatness, and now that I’ve released this little snarl, just be nice to myself.
margaret edith 
You’re crazy. I see nothing but awesomeness in that photo.
That girl waving is HOT. Seriously, you may want to lose a few pounds and that’s fine (we all do), but right now, this minute you are gorgeous. In that photo you look happy and strong and capable and you have just been running 9 or 10 miles? I think that is sexy. So be nice 🙂