Well, the camera has a definitive start date .... April 21, 2008.
It has a definitive start line too ..... that of the 112th Boston Marathon. Must have pressed a Children's Hospital teammate into service just minutes before hopping that white fence my left thumb appears to be holding up. The first-wave runners are underway....their cast-off warm-ups littering the ground behind me.
Here's the better version, same pose, with a mystery no-numbered runner crowding me out.
Don't recall how nervous I was that day. Do remember a specific mortification at my pale, exposed winter skin. Remember loving those (what must have been special edition) appropriately golden Asics. Had no idea that that rainbow bandana would not want to stay tied, or on my head, during the 26 miles to come, that I would stop to rejigger it 4 or 5 times, or photos from the finish would show it hanging off, bouncing against my neck.
I still own that damned bandana, incidentally. And wear it still; it's in my backpack this afternoon, ready to be worn for the treadmill tonight. It has the density of a piece of Kleenex, edges shredded as if my cats had played catch with it.
It's a weird nostalgia.
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