Color Run!

If someone asks you if you want to run around a golf course having handfuls of colored powder thrown at you, the answer is always yes! Because adventure!

Last week I signed up for my first ever Color Run and I recruited my friends Susi and Michelle and my Dad (the only actual runner among us) too. We giggled in the backseat being driven there by a parent when we are, for all intents and purposes, adults ourselves now.

We, of course, wore our Color Run shirts and had colorful, rainbow socks and sunglasses and hair accessories.  Okay, my Dad opted out of the colorful accessories, but he did wear the shirt. There was a palpable, amped-up energy everywhere we walked as people checked their phones to see how close we were to the starting time. We watched as groups of moms in tutus walked by and we laughed as groups of college guys in tutus walked by. Everyone was feeling the spirit! We drank some water and pretended to stretch, as one does.

Before we even knew what was happening the race had begun and we were off and running! Everyone was laughing and jogging and when we passed through the first color station we all ducked our heads down involuntarily to avoid to powder. As if that were possible! Every time someone would get hit with a color bomb there would be an accompanying burst of laughter which almost made you forget that you were technically running a 5K. Almost.

We ran all around the golf course. We also trotted around the golf course. We also walked around the golf course. We also dragged our feet slowly across the golf course. I'm sorry, but we're just not runners! But we got some exercise, we had a blast, and we raised money for charity (I think). At the end of the race, just past the Finish Line was the after-party. Hordes of tired bodies were given a new boost of energy as Avicci blared across the field and we all danced and got shot with even more colored powder. What a ridiculously wonderful adventure!