Peanut suggested to me that my paper could possibly avoiding the topic of the triathlon and possibly not at all interested in her effort to enlist so many local women. I asked my editor and she said she did indeed want to run a story. I asked the people who do not know to reply individually to each other's email to please share their photos with the paper. My editor spoke with Peanut and some of the others, and then I heard that they were looking for a specific photo of me, Glory and Peanut for the paper. I emailed the editor and told her I wasn't too thrilled about the idea of having my own personal photo in the paper. She chose to ignore my desperate pleas and the paper with the photo of me came out. Right there on the cover for all to see is the strangest looking photo of the three of us. I am on the left, I am wearing my sports sun glasses which give that athletic down syndrome look, my hair is in the same pony tail I fashioned it into after the swim, (neat!) I am doing the double chin thing big time, and I am doing some kind of weird finger tip touching finger tip man of wisdom hand thing with my hands. They look like I am about to share some deep thought out words of wisdom. Then there are Glory and Peanut next to me. I mean, technically Glory is next to me, and Peanut is next to her, or on top of her, or maybe even clinging to her, but I really look like the unloved third wheel/odd man out since the two of them are doing some sort of embracing supportive leg humping intimate moment of post triathlon bliss thing with each other.
After being told the equivalent of "Oh my goodness, when I heard a fat thing like you did it I knew I could do it." fifty times at the triathlon, I had decided to try to fly under the radar for a while. I am tired of hearing that. It's insulting already. The front page phtoto is not going to contribute to my anonymity. I thought maybe people wouldn't recognize me, no such luck, at pizza night at Josh's school tonight I was congratuated by no less than 10 people. Dang. Every one read the paper this week.
The only thing I take solace in is that I had already put a real shirt on so I am not in my super skin tight jelly roll enhancing triathlon shirt. Thank goodness for the little things. Right?