The photo company for the Florence Marathon is slower than Christmas. Literally.
I did the marathon almost a month ago and they are STILL loading the photos. Some of mine just came on line (which means should I decide to buy them, I should have them by October of 2007).
This was towards the beginning. Now see, not an absolutely terrible picture (compared to the other 45,000 pictures available on the site of people looking constipated or about to keel over). Tyra would tell me my eyes are dead. Nigel would tell me I should close my mouth. I mean, it's not awful, bad awful.
Then there is this one. This was about the midway point. I look like I'm in pain. But my shoulder looks great.
And now I've just given up. Here I was talking to Lisa Fine's coach (whose name escapes me). He was telling me to keep going, blah, blah, blah. I wasn't having it. I DO remember turning right after this picture was snapped and saying, "but of course THERE is the photographer NOW." Still, the picture makes me laugh because it looks like he's talking to a statue in the street. A brokedown statue... but a statue nonetheless.