I picture the photoalbum of my future. Not necessarily me wearing a teeny bikini (though there are some of those fantasy pictures!) but pictures of me finishing my first 5k- sweaty and hair messed up with dorky running sunglasses and a cheesy promotional visor. Or my first sprint triathalon, making funny faces in my swim cap. Or a candid photo of me in everyday life, standing tall and laughing. Or hiking the Tahoe Rim Trail, and putting on my little commemorative pin when I finish all 165 grueling miles. Or me sitting on my butt in the snow, laughing, after struggling through my first cross country skiing trek. None of these things have happened yet, but I can see them so vividly that it pushes me so much harder to be able to capture them on film.
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