A few months ago there was a deal for a cheap (and awesome) race.
So I signed up. Then started begging my friends and neighbors to sign up too.
Before long our "fun relaxed race" turned into a weekend getaway for a few girls from the ward.
We started beautiful and white and clean.
Then we ran for 3.2 miles and came out a kind of filthy I've never experienced before.
Afterward we shook out our clothes and hair and lined the car with painters plastic before heading back to the hotel.
(But secretly I wanted to run the whole thing.)
There was a hill at the beginning that kept winding and turning, I kept thinking this HAD to be the end of the hill and I'd turn the corner and there was more hill. My poor brain couldn't handle it, so I walked a bit. But I ran every other step of the race all by myself. The rest of my team was awesome and flew through it without even THINKING of stopping. I finished at 37 minutes and had to talk myself out of quitting more than once, but I did it. And I'm proud of that.
But mostly it was fun to make such a mess. Why is that so fun? I'm still puzzling over this.... and it was fun to have the distraction of the color stations so often throughout the race.