So I entered a contest.
A photography contest.
Yes, it's a picture you all have seen before, thanks to my Project 353 but the contest people haven't seen it!
Can you believe it?
I haven't entered a contest since the 5th grade when I wrote a DARE essay about why not to do drugs. (I didn't win, by the way.) And you can't call races "contests" because they're not. Everyone gets a fancy technical shirt and finisher's medal at the end (though I and only I did get a bat stuffed animal with a "#73" around its neck when I finished my marathon.) Oh yeah...the contest...