I actually had a completely different post planned for today, but then I got an email that the professional pictures from Warrior Dash were up. I was stoked that they were even able to read my bib # for some of these. I haven’t *quite* finished looking through the “lost and found” pics to see if I can find myself diving into mud. Rest assured that if I do, part 3 will be on the way!
Charging the Hills
Navigating a mud slide
Jumping over fire!
And again (This is my fave. I might have to purchase)
Apparently my dismount is less-than-graceful!
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. I suck at blogging. I have a bunch of Foto Friday posts I want to do, but I can never manage to actually *do* them on Friday. And I haven’t posted anything at all this month, so here’s a special Monday edition. Lucky you.
Have I mentioned lately how much I love my friends? I do. I love them for a lot of reasons, but I especially love the signs they made me for my big “events” last month.
Kim/Lindsey made the “Go Jill” signs for the half marathon. The signs are a bunch of inside jokes all rolled into one (and, really, wouldn’t be that funny if I explained them to you. Trust me on this one.) I honestly didn’t even “get” all of it when I saw Kim at Mile 11, but I L-O-V-E that she was there… with her trademark “cell phone” scream… and a sign!
The big signs were made by Nikki and Carrie for my Derby Debut. I especially liked the “signs on sticks.” It was awesome to see my friends holding these during the bout. Kyle was on the floor with the Bitch E. Rich #815 sign. Kim (and Donna?) made the smaller signs that say “Kill, Kill, Kill…, Bitch E. Rich likes it rough, and Bitch E. Rich is one bad mother F’er.” They had a bunch more of the smaller ones, but I think I misplaced them along the way.
My only regret is that I FAILed to get any pictures of my “fans” with the signs. Next time, fo sho.
As I mentioned in my last post, I’m participating in academicchic’s Dress Your Best week. To tell the truth, I haven’t been dressing my best this week. I’ve barely even put on make-up. But Monday night I had to have my picture taken for our derby bout program. The instructions were clear: wear a black top. Any black top.
photo by Alex Wild
(In reverence to academic chic, I’ll use their standard format for this photo)
- top: Gap Outlet ribbed tank
- jeans: Gap, distressed
- bracelet: CDH awareness
The instructions were clear: wear a black top. Any black top. I chose this ribbed tank top from the Gap to highlight one of my favorite “features”: my skin. Granted, a lot of it has to do with the amazing lighting and photography, but I just love the contrast of my pale skin with the black top in this picture. I also love how *much* of my skin you can see…without being too risqué.
I’ve had a love/hate relationship with my skin over the years. I’m pale. I *can* tan, but it takes a lot of time and effort (and sunburns). I’ve often felt self-conscious about being so pale. I’ve tanned, self-tanned, spray-tanned, etc. in an effort to combat my pastiness. (Hannah had an interesting post about the same subject yesterday.) None of these things are pleasant, nor do they last long, so I’ve learned to embrace my skin for what it is.
I mentioned in my last post that I asked my fb friends to name the one complement they get most often. My answer was my skin/complexion. Ever since I was young people have been telling me I have a good complexion. Even before I really knew what that meant.
I was lucky enough as a teenager to escape the severe acne problems of some of my peers. Not that I had perfect skin back then, but it was better than most. Now that I’m “older” I often hear that I look younger than I am. I haven’t (yet) had the struggles with lines and wrinkles other people of my advanced age (31) have had to contend with.
Pale is the new tan and today I’m celebrating my skin… and good lighting… and amazing photography
Big race tomorrow. I’ve been doing everything in my power to not think about it, but it’s pretty much consuming my thoughts.
Lots more than that later, but for now… I’ve been trying to teach myself Photoshop. Here are some of my favorite creations:
Cutout derby girl
neon derby girl
Kyle and I-- film grain
Roxie really looks like a killer now!
The sun wasn’t cooperating with me on this one, but today during my (super sucky) run, I HAD to snap this photo. I don’t know if you can tell, but there’s TONS o’ TACKY going on here– The miniature deer, the garden gnome, the birdhouse. But the highlight is the SNOWMAN on the door. Class-y!
This week I went to get my “official” roller derby pix taken. Since I still haven’t 100% chosen a name, I wasn’t quite sure what to do, so I pulled out the costume tub and put together the most derby-rific outfit I could find.
Here are some of the better shots:
attempting a "mean face"
This one's my favorite
boots AND skates?? hmmm...
Clearly, I need to work on my mean face if I’m going for the Bitch E. Rich persona :)
We went to St. Louis last weekend for a derby bout. While we were there, we did a bit of gambling, tasted beers at Schlafly’s brewery, and went on the Anheuser-Busch tour (which I’ve never done… in my 400 trips to STL).
While at the brewery, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have this photo taken:
Note: This is the only photo of either one of us we took all weekend. And yet another green coat sighting!