Anyone who knows me knows that I loathe running. Down right despise it. Unless it’s with a 100 pound sled behind me. Or maybe even running bleachers.
I’ve never been a runner. Even when I was young and in terrific shape. I’ve never liked running. I’ve always found it boring. I’d rather be doing other things. Anything else.
However, I like athletics. I’m an absolute gym rat when I actually get the time. It would be my second home if I could help it.
A couple of months ago my sister asked the Hubs and me if we wanted to do the Color Me Rad 5K, a five kilometer fun race (there is no winner) where they chunk colored cornstarch at you making your clothing quite vibrant. Her office was putting together a team. I then explained to my sister that I would not be running. If I could walk it, I was in.
As I thought more about it I figured I could start jogging and see where I was when it was time for the race. Well…. that never happened. LOL Before I knew it it was time for the 5K and I had not run a single step other than what goes into chasing toddlers in the yard.
Needless to say I walked the whole way. LOL Not only did I know not to trust my out of shape body, but it was pouring rain and I am very accident prone. My husband, the solid trooper that he is, stayed with me throughout the race. Even as my buddy PJ, who started the race in a heat 20 minutes behind us, passed us right by. LOL But not without stopping to say hi and give hugs.
The colors that volunteers had so eagerly pelted us with ran and dripped into an almost tie-dye effect on our white shirts. It was lots of fun. All along the track there were color stations. Some even had hoses and sprinklers shooting colored water at us.
There was a large stage blaring music and a host who was very entertaining. He wore a Spurs jersey sprinkled in color and held a fire extinguisher that was filled with color bomb ammo that he would periodically spray into the crowd.
It was good. The rain stung a bit and made it hard to see, but since the course was marked off brilliantly through the parking lot of the Freeman Coliseum it was not tough to navigate.
We plan to do another one in September. Perhaps I’ll actually prepare for this one. Then again… probably not. 😉