I ran a 5k yesterday (yay for me and my two girls who did it too!).
As I sprinted to the finish line, I knew the look on my face was one of sweaty determination. But as soon as I saw my husband (and his camera), I put on a happy face—both to high-five my little guy and because the camera was there.
But then last night, my good friend Shannon posted this photo of me on Facebook and quipped, “Christina coming in for the finish. Are you going to remove this picture Christina?“
She had a point—NOT a great shot of me. I’m soaked, from the water I dumped on my head, the hose young girls pointed at us as we ran past, and sweat. I look every bit the 10+ pounds heavier than I should be. And, my expression is not flattering.
I was tempted to untag but I haven’t yet, and Shannon later said it best: “It’s a “real” picture…I like it!”
Like my decision to (sometimes) don a bikini even when my body isn’t at its best, I’m trying to be ok with how I look at this moment. Even when this moment is sweaty, tired and not camera-ready.
(though, this photo of me disco dancing instead of stretching? It’s a keeper, a ridiculous keeper)