Okay, wake up. Its early. 7 am on a rest day is early for me but it had to be done. On goes the tee shirt, leggings, hat, and tutu. Normal day. Dressed in colors I go to brush my teeth. Caitlin turns on the tunes and, natural, we stand in front of our church at 7:30am and dance to ‘pump up’ tunes. 8 am – hop on the metro. 8:30 am – cross through the Color Run turn style and commence to dancing. Okay, its time for this group of girls and their tutu’s to shuffle into place for the race. I turned my trucker hat around backwards so they knew I meant business and headed in to the line up. It was a massive crowd and the closer we got to the start line the denser the crowd became. It was a fight to get to the start line. An entire crowed almost fell over. I felt us all going down, but the force of moving forward saved us all. My gate opens and Caitlin and I take. My first color run. For someone who is extremely sense oriented, this was very overwhelming. Colors everywhere, tons of people, loud music, and I was supposed to run… What?!?! We sprint to the first color station. I stood right in front of the person spraying colored powder and yelled ‘Me Me Me’. I go sprayed. I did this at every color station and in between I felt like we were surviving the apocalypse. Run Run Run to then next station. Avoid the slow people, slide past the walkers, yell and make a sense to get the ‘goods’ aka color powder. 5K later we crossed the finished line covered in multiple colored powders. We joined the ‘party-music’ mob and laughed hard about the event. At this point I was coughing up yellow and lost in a sea of pink, green, and blue. What a great day! Thank you, God, for ‘the happiest run on the planet’. What a day!
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