These photos were taken of me during the race by some inconspicuous photographers who did not attract even the slightest attention. And hell, had I known that the organising committee actually dispatched photographers to take pictures, I would have pushed my fists into the air while crossing the finishing line, and adorned my face with satisfied looks of triumph. But no, that was just my crying over spilt milk. Both times, I did not position my face ahead and for one, my hand was even covering my face! As tS puts it, the runner in the background looks more like the lead as compared to the one wearing bib no. 13779. :( Well, till the Standard Chartered Marathon 2007 then.
scribbled at 9:54 PM