Everyone hates pictures of themselves, and no matter how proud I am of accomplishments I just hate pictures -- as do mot people I suspect. They don't lie; especially if you constantly find yourself in lycra/spandex. It doesn't hide. a. thing.
I used to keep a online journal in another location. It's still there and once in a while someone hits my current blog from it. I started going back through old entries and stopped when I saw this one.
It hurt, but it is a good reminder of where I was. Especially when I'm sitting here tearing myself up in my most recent triathlon pictures.