The evolution of a bootay

I'm putting this together Sunday night for my Monday post since I doubt I will have any time whatsoever to write up anything tomorrow.  Plus I mentioned a while back I was going to post various race pics throughout the year to show how I've changed since I've started running, and all the pics are on my home laptop.  It was more than I thought it would be.  The changes, that is.  Let's see if you agree.

This is from the very first race I ran, the one that got me started on this journey:  the Fanconi Anemia 5K on February 8.  Ignore the weird, breath-y face I have; I think I'm channeling Louis Armstrong.  In this picture I weigh about what I do now, although it was mostly chub and very little muscle.  I must note, however, that I have on silk longjohns and two shirts.  But still, mostly chub.

Race for the Roses 5K in April.  That is truly not a flattering picture.  Enough said.

10 Cane Rum Run in June.  I should have left the jacket in the car.  Lots of breastage but my legs are slimming down nicely.

This was from the Lacamas Lake 4-miler in July.  Still about the same weight but it's more muscle.  This is probably my favorite racing picture.  You'll notice I've learned to wear a hat.  And usually not a fuel belt.

Ack!  Starlite Run in August.  Okay, this is truly not a flattering picture.  I should have worn a hat.  The fuel belt was necessary, though; it was in the 90s with 90+% humidity at 7:00 at night.  And this was at the end of the run.  It's not an easy course.  I'm a lovely shade of fuchsia, aren't I?  But my calves look awesome!

My second favorite racing picture, from August's Crawfish Crawl.  Also my very favorite race tee; I wear it all the time working out.  Look at those legs!  My ferret's gotten smaller, and even my face has gotten slimmer.

From October's Catalyst Challenge.  I've got the Louis Armstrong face again.  I can't explain it.  This was the race where the lady with the crutch kicked my ass. 

One last picture, from the EA Sports 5K Challenge in November where I PR'd.  Look at me smile!  It's not because I'm on my way to a PR, though.  I'm thinking "It's f*cking cold and I'm so slow but I think there are still two people behind me!  And I have pink shoes!"  My iPod wasn't working properly so I had no idea about my pace.  We were running into a strong, freezing headwind for half the race and I was walking a lot; I thought for sure it would be my worst time yet.  Looking at this picture, I realize that (1) I really enjoy running even when it doesn't seem like it's going so well and (2) I look much better in capri tights. 

Hope you've enjoyed my trip through time :)

Cheers,

the CilleyGirl