The Color Run
The Color Run
Thinking about the awesomeness of this morning feels like a day dream.
But then I look down at some of the creases in my fingers filled with blue coloring or the smudge of purple still on my neck after two showers. Then I remember...
WE RAN THE COLOR RUN!
And it was amazeballs.
Yes, balls of amaze.
Let me back up by saying we're not big runners. I enjoy running for exercise and to get my brain on straight and we also got involved in actually running 5K's because of my son, Christian. You can read about that here.
Since our first race, we decided to do a few more 5K's and then in a round about way I heard about something called The Color Run.
And then I saw this video.
See this video at www.thecolorrun.com
I. Was. Sold.
So I stalked The Color Run website for about a year waiting for my city or a city close to me to open up registration.
Finally. It happened. Registration was open! I created a team, appropriately named it Team Awesome included my husband, not really by his choice, booked a hotel, and waited for the day. Four months in advance.
That day was today!
Oh, but guess what happened. Torrential downpours is what happened. In Phoenix, Arizona, of all places, where it hardly ever rains. We woke up bright and early and looked out to dark, grey, wet skies.
No matter. The Color Run was on rain or shine. So that meant we were on. We dressed up in our white t-shirts, head bands, and sweet knee high socks.
I don't know why I thought this was a good angle to show off my socks, because it's not. But these are my sweet knee high socks. Notice the matching sweet headband. Super sexy.
And we headed down to the lobby of the host hotel for food.
We were so excited to see a room of fellow pour souls color runners in their Color Run garb. We weren't the only ones dumb enough to run a 5K through colored dust and rain. Yipee!
After a couple sips of scalding hot coffee and half a bagel (probably not the best pre-5K food), we waited for the shuttle to pick us up. Two men jumped out of the shuttle sans color, one muttering, "It's horrible." They decided not to race.
What were we thinking?
You know what we did? We went to that race. We were gonna make this rainy race our bitch. Go balls to the wall. You get the picture.
So we finally got there, got ourselves to the Start Line and started to feel the energy of the crowd. Yes, it was raining, but it wasn't too cold.
Each kilometer we were color bombed with clouds of orange and blue and pink. It rained the whole time, there were puddles, but we finally made it to the finish line.
I'm not sure I'll ever get over how awesome it is to cross a finish line. This was no different. As we approached the finish line the husband grabbed my hand and said, "Ready?" And we crossed!
Our rock star over-achiever friends made it there before us. They waited there to cheer us on and give us soggy, wet, colorful hugs. It was awesome.
But it wasn't over. It got even better!
We walked over to what looked like a rave. There was a DJ on the stage playing music, moms, dads, kids, everyone was dancing, color was being thrown, and every fifteen minutes there was a massive color throw where everyone threw their color dust in the air at the same time.
All this at 9 o'clock in the morning.
The Color Run parties hard.
Oh, and it was still raining through all of this.
By the time we left, we were covered in rain and color. The color was starting to make us look like characters from Walking Dead. With the color dust and mud, it seriously started to resemble the end of days. So it was time for us to go home.
It was some of the most fun I've ever had without booze at 9 o'clock.
I didn't get a ton of good pictures because of the weather but here goes our before and after:
Balls to the wall.
Because it's not a good picture without duck lips and a peace sign! Come on!
Okay, so this 5K was pretty top notch. But, one of the reasons I love 5K's so much is not because I'm some running enthusiast or because I compete in marathons. Neither of those apply to me, in fact, I'm fine with my little 5K's forever and have no desire to compete in a marathon. But these races are about accomplishing goals. Just like life. No matter what obstacles are in our way (rain), no matter what tries to hold us back (mud), we forge ahead to the end. We finish. In that moment we have succeeded.
And this time, covered in rainbows.
Mom to Gabe (14), Christian (4), and Lola (3)