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Color Me AWESOME

September 5, 2012

I need to start by saying this… EVERYONE IN THE WORLD NEEDS TO DO THIS RUN.  Now, you’re gonna notice something about this particular post – I’m never gonna refer to The Color Run as a ‘race’.  Not once.  The reason is pretty simple:

It’s not a race.  It’s ‘The Happiest 5K On The Planet!’

OK, let me explain what The Color Run actually IS in case you are unaware – it’s a 5K where, every ‘K’ they throw color at you, and each ‘K’ it’s a different color.  They request that you wear as much white as possible to get the full effect of the color cornucopia you’re about to run though.  Then, at the end, they have a party – with even more colors.  Click HERE if you wanna get into more specifics!

So… although it’s a 5K in length, it’s not actually a 5K race.

I actually found out about it not being a race 3 days before, when they sent the final information e-mail… that was when I read that they didn’t keep time.  When I saw that, I admit I was disappointed.  I mean, you race to get a time, right?  Right?!?!  How will my next big accomplishment – completing The Color Run – show up on my Athlinks page is they DON’T KEEP TIME!?!?!?!

Well, eventually that feeling subsided because, honestly, it was all in fun.  And now I knew that 100%.  I mean, I wasn’t gonna PR with someone throwing stuff at me.  So with a new sense of reality, I began reading what I needed to do to prep for the run.  I got to this:

“Oiling your hair well on race morning will make it easier to wash out the color later. Coconut
oil or olive oil work best.”

THAT’S A QUOTE, PEOPLE.  I put olive oil in my salad, now I gotta put it in my hair?!?!  What in the HELL did I get myself into?!?!  So yeah, they tell you to put olive oil in your hair so the color doesn’t stay – because honestly who wants to go to work with multi-colored hair?

*thinks for a minute…*

*… smacks myself to get back into reality*

Jen and I also had to prepare other items, such a garbage bags for ourselves (and our post race clothing) and our car (to cover the seats, etc.), baby wipes, paper AND cloth towels and, of course, a camera.

πŸ™‚

Finally… Run day arrives, and we’re up at 4:30am to get to the Aviator Sports complex in Brooklyn by 6am… oh, did I forget to mention we were running ON THE RUNWAY of an abandoned airfield turned sports complex?  Well that’s what we did – which, in all actuality, makes perfect sense… where else would you run 7,000+ people in 5 minute intervals on a 3.1 mile course and throw color on them while they go?  If you have an abandoned airfield… you USE an abandoned airfield.  Was it the most scenic run one can do?  Not really.  But does it matter when you’re getting pelted w/ colored powder every 1,000 meters?  Not really.  πŸ™‚

We get there, get signed in and then make sure we are as close to the front of the start as possible… since I was running a half marathon and she was running an 8K the next day.  In Wildwood, NJ.  4 hours away from Brooklyn.

Yeah…  But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.  For now, it’s all about The Color.

We’re lined up and probably among the first 100 people to start the race.  The emcee is gettin’ everyone fired up, throwin’ out extra color packets, shirts, headbands, etc… even bringing up some German guy who was REAL excited to be there running it.

The run starts and we’re off… and as I picked up my head I realized it looked like a scene from The Walking Dead – an abandoned airfield, bushes on either side of it, cracks all over the airstrip and 1,000 people running at various speeds all over the place, yet headed in one direction.  Since the area is so wide open, you could see the color locations fairly easily, and you were instructed to run closer to the people if you wanted more color, farther away if you wanted less.

Well, as you can imagine, Jen and I decided to run REALLY close to them.

We got pelted each time with yellow, green, pink then blue powder, which resulted in us looking like this:

Not bad!  Got a little color, had a little run… nice time.  But now comes the after-party.

?!?!?!?!?

The after-party seriously reminded me of the Limelight in NYC circa 1993… without the overpriced drinks, cage dancers & recreational drugs (that I NEVER HAD).  Everyone was huddled around the stage and the DJ prompted the runners to pull out their personal color packets – because in 90 seconds we were all releasing them at the same time.

I’ll let the following video explain the rest:

Not surprisingly, we got just a WEE BIT more color after that happened:

Yeah… THAT was the after-math.

Here’s a few more shots of us afterwards:

We were hot messes – and couldn’t have been happier about it.  However, a 4-hour car ride to Wildwood awaited – which included stops at Joe’s house in West Creek, a Garden State Parkway rest stop AND the race expo to pick up our bibs, etc… all in our color soaked glory (the rest stop was particularly amusing… let’s just say explaining what the hell happened to the dude in the coffee line was interesting to say the least.)

I wanna close this blog with how I started this – EVERYONE IN THE WORLD NEEDS TO DO THIS RUN.  It’s way too much fun not to get a huge group of people together to do… and to that end I’m already plotting for Team Blubber To Runner to represent at The Color Run 2K13.

I’ve got some time for that… but for now – we gotta shower this stuff out of our hair.

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