This all started last year in July when my sister and her friends did the Color Run. They had a BLAST and she made sure I knew. She also made sure to make me commit to doing it with her next year. I made her (what I had hoped was) an empty promise and I said I'd do it.
Months went by and it was forgotten (mostly because in that time I had a baby... which kind of takes your attention and runs with it). Then, registration opened and I knew I had to think of an excuse quick. Unfortunately, Becca got her way and we signed up (late, mind you... so I had to pay an extra $5. What IS that crap?).
And so - we ran.
I won't mention our time because quite frankly, it wasn't great (think 30). I suppose some of it may have had to do with the corn starch powder and the fact that Becca had one piece of advice: inhale before you get into the color.
Yeah, that didn't happen. Needless to say, it looked like a smurf pooped in my teeth throughout the run. The taste, the fact that it clogged all of my necessary breathing orifices, these factors may have all played a role in my sucky time. (I have to come up with excuses because my time when running at home was around 29 (still not fast but I'd have been happier with that))
I must have looked a mess at the end, or maybe it was because she was hungry and excessively tired, but the second Kylie saw me she started screaming and crying for her real mommy. It was pretty funny.
Now, will somebody please help me come up with an excuse for next year (or buy me a baggy of colored chalk to toss into the fan of my treadmill so I can practice)?
On a side note - I usually have the TV or radio on while I work so I have some background noise (man, I wish I worked in an office) and Juno is on... it just made me very excited for Fall. That's all.