Color Me Rad

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.

I was proud of myself for not dying during the race because while I had the best of training intentions - my follow through was seriously lacking. So when Debby asked me what my goal was, I told her I just didn't want to die. And I didn't. So...check check!

(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.