Care to take a scenic walk through the streets of Chicago with me? Because it's a walk I'm taking in these photos, get it?
The photos aren't all bad! This one is kind of cute. Then again, I knew the photographers always hang out here and I'd just had an adrenaline jolt from seeing those Chinese dragons. (I'm more terrified of Chinese dragons than I am of mummers, and that says a lot.) (Incidentally, did anyone else notice a ton of frog umbrellas on the course? It was like they were put out there to torture me.)
You can do it, Tracy! Smile for the cameras! What a great race you're having! It's totally natural to have your right hand balled up into a fist - that's perfect running form and in no way indicative of physical discomfort!
Okay, and we're running again. Totally running. Just with a vapid, empty look on my face. Like no one's home. Completely normal. At least there's shade.
I really hate people who can a) rock booty shorts and make it work, and b) look near the finish of a marathon as though they've exerted no effort. I am neither of those people. Instead, I look like death.
Take home message: sometimes you feel like you're having a bad day, and it's because you're actually having a bad day.