But enough about the mystery woman. Back to me.
The weekend started early with Number One Daughter making a quick trip home to do...what? Buy a dress of course! And she needed her mummy! So I took off from work early.
Both of us hate to shop. With a passion. We consider it a form a torture (did I raise her right, or what?!!)
She had another reason for coming home: She's doing some kind of photo project for school and needed a SUBJECT. Knowing how camera shy I am, she picked me. The topic sentence being something along the lines of "
I learned a few things.
One: I run like a zombie. See for yourself:
I noticed this same phenom last month in the National Half:
What the hell?
So by studying NOD's photos, I've learned that I apparently ... don't know diddly about how to run.
I decided to test the whole move-your-arms-while-you run theory on this morning's run ...and wouldn't you know? I WENT FASTER.
I really wish you people would tell me these things.
After a few thousand shots, we finally got one that show me running with BOTH FEET OFF THE GROUND:
(Now, that's how it's done, people. I think.)
If you want to view the whole ordeal, be my guest. I'm thinking I'll be milking these photos for quite a while.
(Someone please tell me why I look moronic in a bike helmet? Is my head too big? Am I wearing it backwards?? What?!!)
Lots of other cool stuff happened this weekend too, so don't touch that dial.