Confession time: I haven't been doing a lot of running this summer. But I'm sure you guessed that considering how little I've written. I've only raced twice all summer, and not in over a month. I'm horribly out of shape. If I were to race a 5k tomorrow, I doubt I could break twenty minutes (the twenty minute mark in the 5k and my occasional passing to the slower side of it is my usual barometer of changing fitness).
But the good news is Stevie and I finally took a trip down the shore for the first time all year on Monday, and ended up doing an impromptu photo shoot with a professional photographer we'd just met on the beach.
Photographer: Want to do a few shots of dad throwing Neale in the air?
Me: Sure, why not.
Photographer: I've seriously never seen a father throw his kid that high.
This is now my favorite picture of Neale ever.
But the good news is Stevie and I finally took a trip down the shore for the first time all year on Monday, and ended up doing an impromptu photo shoot with a professional photographer we'd just met on the beach.
Photographer: Want to do a few shots of dad throwing Neale in the air?
Me: Sure, why not.
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| The Great Nealini flying high above the sands of Ocean City, NJ without a safety net! |
Photographer: I've seriously never seen a father throw his kid that high.
This is now my favorite picture of Neale ever.
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