I will wait for the guffaws of disbelief to die down.
As I said, I ran a triathlon in August, and every morning, I see my race number sitting on the dresser top. On the bottom of the number is a website I can visit in case I want to order pictures. So far, I haven't had the nerve.
Let me explain.
Every picture anyone's ever taken of me running a race turns out exactly the same. There I am, in my glory, wind in my
I do not know why I have been singled out for this indignity, or how the race officials contrive to make this happen. Approaching the finish line, I have scan my surroundings, assuring myself they are free of little girls, but then when I get the picture, there she is again. They are too careful to use the same little girl every time. Perhaps it's being done by the photographer himself in post-production; he photo-shops the girl in before posting the picture on the web.
Meanwhile, somewhere in cyberspace, my pictures are waiting for me to check them out. Let them wait.