Oh for sure, my huge cheesey grin was all over almost every photo, weeeeell, except for the ones where I didn't see the photographer. Those photos tell the real story about the marathon. A grimace of pain, dried sweat, gritted teeth, and a look of determination in the eyes.
And, the finish-line photo was a bit sketchy. For example, I did throw one arm up as I crossed the line with a huge grin on my face, but, um, the thing is that I look zapped at that point and I dont think smiling and throwing an arm up made me look less like a crack addict in a hot running skirt. I can't bring myself to post it. I just can't, sorry, I have some pride left and I think that would just be the end of it.