I'm guilty of all of those when it comes to race photos. It. Never. Fails.
You are in the middle of your race, you have no idea but someone you know or maybe someone you don't know is on the sidelines taking photos. You somehow managed to get selected out of hundreds maybe thousands of runners to get your picture taken only to see that picture after the race and you look like death warmed over, your hair is looking all kinds of crazy, or you have some weird look on your face that resembles something you'd see on the proverbial "short bus".
It. Happens. Every. Time.
My goal for running the Route 66 Marathon was to get at least one good running photo. I knew there would be tons of photographers from Marathonfoto there taking pictures that I could then purchase online a few days later. I tried really hard to look cute (not in pain) and smile (not crying) and wave (not awkwardly clinching my fists like I usually do) at all the photographers I saw. I even wore makeup to a marathon! I NEVER wear makeup to races. I'm just not that kinda gal. I'm also not a hugger, but we'll save that for another blog post.
When I crossed the finish line my husband was waiting for me and we took a photo together with the official background and our medals. Wouldn't it be my luck that here I am after my first full marathon and I get the proof of the picture back and my hair looks like it is on fire because it is so crazy. Literally looks like fire! Ugh! Oh well, time for my favorite Twitter Hashtag: #RedHairDontCare
We went ahead and purchased the picture of us at the finish line. Crazy red hair and all. It was our first marathon! How could we not have a photo to remember the race by? But as I was looking at my proofs and trying to decide which one to buy I feel like I did accomplish my goal. I didn't look crazy in all of them, I didn't look like a hot mess in all of them, and you can't see my hair very well in the far away shots so that's a plus!
In one photo, I apparently wave with the enthusiasm of a 5 year old waving at Santa Claus on Christmas day because it looks like my hand is broken from waving at the photographer. Photo Fail. I'm not buying that one.
See below to enjoy, poke fun at, laugh at, and ridicule some of my favorite race photos of me and my friends and know that you are not alone if you take terrible race photos too!