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#tbt VIII

Hello and welcome back to another edition of #tbt, where I dig up wacky photos of my childhood and attempt to make sense of the situation! Today’s photo takes place at a classic childhood event, field day! For any of you who may have been home-schooled, or went to the school from Matilda, field day was basically the Olympics for kids.Classic events included: potato sack races, tire flipping (was this a precursor to Crossfit??), tug-of-war, and relay races. Being it that I was horrifically underweight most of my childhood (often knocked down by small breezes or a sneeze), I contributed absolutely nothing to these athletic events. One would think that being small that maybe that I could at least run fast. Sadly, that was not case. It probably didn’t help that my diet at the time was sour straws and Capri Sun,¬†but that is neither here nor there. Thankfully there is photographic evidence of me truly exemplifying the Coldplay lyric, “When you try your best but you don’t succeeeeeed”, during a relay race. Thanks to my mom, my last place finish will live on forever!

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OOTD:

  • Lululemon
  • Or jersey knit jorts and a t-shirt two sizes too big.

Hair:

  • Down and blowing in the wind probably with the hopes of looking effortless, but ending up with the beginnings of a bird’s nest by the end of the day.

Pose:

  • Wounded giraffe.

Makeup:

  • None, just the sign of crushing defeat wiped over my face.

Setting:

  • Local high school football field, when during the summer months, smells like melted Tupperware.

Little did I know that nearly 15 years later I would end up love running, but I am probably still running at the same pace I am in that photo…and that’s okay! Hopefully I still don’t look like I have utterly resigned to life and can no longer go on (I do). Did any of you participate in a field day or something like it as a kid, and if so did you have any ridiculous activities? I still can’t get over that my school was¬†having a bunch of 6-8 years old kids lifting and pushing over tractor tires. We weren’t even treated to creatine shakes afterwards.

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