When Pigs Fly
Well kids, guess what just happened? Kyle ran in the Flying Pig 5k race. Not my best run ever, as I'm not all that used to inclines and warm sunshine (I run on a treadmill in my basement, like a good troll), but I finished the bloody thing fair and square.
Soon, I will have pictures, as taken by my father (a much more proficient runner) to post here. Which, I expect, will be deeply disturbing for many of you, as I am not someone that most people ever pictured running. Chasing, maybe, but not running as such.
In the meantime, here is a picture of my sunburn. Interestingly enough, other than the featured sunburn and a slight facial abrasions from using a strong astringent in the shower, this is quite possibly my favorite contemporary photo of me. I like the refraction and just the way it looks. Anyhow.
FEAR MY AMAZING ALL-NATURAL SHOULDERPADS OF MODERATE REDNESS. Also, chest hair.
Soon, I will have pictures, as taken by my father (a much more proficient runner) to post here. Which, I expect, will be deeply disturbing for many of you, as I am not someone that most people ever pictured running. Chasing, maybe, but not running as such.
In the meantime, here is a picture of my sunburn. Interestingly enough, other than the featured sunburn and a slight facial abrasions from using a strong astringent in the shower, this is quite possibly my favorite contemporary photo of me. I like the refraction and just the way it looks. Anyhow.
FEAR MY AMAZING ALL-NATURAL SHOULDERPADS OF MODERATE REDNESS. Also, chest hair.