A few years back I wrote a post that I probably enjoyed more than you readers did, where I broke down some of the more popular or entertaining shots on my Instagram feed and let you in on what it took to get the shot. Going through my own feed and remembering the lengths I went to – or what was just out of the frame that you couldn’t see – was pretty entertaining for me, so here it is: Behind the Insta-Curtain, Part 2:
Europe, I love you, but you’re bringing me down.
This was taken on our first morning on the Channel Island of Jersey during our Eurotrip this past May. While Jersey was everything wonderful and Euro-chic – and we had an incredible time and can’t wait to go back, hopefully next year around the same time – do you see that little dark spot in the brown dirt just under and to the right of my bag?
Yeah that’s pee. A man had just taken a leak directly under an old WWII bunker that we were exploring and I had walked “in” on him. I asked Mike to take a picture of me, but this photo is of me actively saying, “Please don’t get the pee in the shot.”
It didn’t work.
Nothing to see here. Move along.
Sure, it’s an inspirational pic of a couple of friends showing off one’s new Momentum wrap. But in reality, we were hunched under our hoods as the skies opened up above us, and Liz’s coworkers (my ex-coworkers) watched us from the windows above us, wondering what the hell these two chicks were cackling like bog witches about.
After this run, I took my stretch to the little dock in the center of the park, which is apparently a favorite spot for toddlers and toddler parents alike. Just out of frame to the right of this photo, a particularly inquisitive child was screaming to her mother behind her, “MOMMY, WHAT IS SHE DOING?” Right after this photo, I burst into laughter and the mother profusely apologized. The things we do for Insta.
For my first Flat Runner in a while, I decided to take advantage of the light coming in through my front door, and laid my race shirt and bib out on the floor there. My cat, Sam, decided this meant I was making him a bed because he repeatedly tried walking into the shot and laying down on top of everything. He got so fixated on this shirt that I had to have my husband hold the cat out of frame just to get one picture.
And then I let him have the damn shirt, I’m not a monster.
Don’t the people who live here clean their floors?!
I did genuinely collapse on the floor when I walked in from one particularly hot run in this shot; that’s not made up. But even though we clean our floors semi-regularly, you don’t realize just how filthy a floor can get until you collapse on it in a sweaty heap.
So there you have it – a peek behind what goes on behind the scenes of my Instagram feed! If you want more ridiculousness like that, be sure to give me a follow there if you aren’t already. I promise, I sing badly to 70’s classics and complain about the weather at least 3x a week on my Insta-Stories, and you’ll get a lot more footage of my cat being obsessed with me, too. It’s a win-win.