Happy Monday, squirrelfriends. Here I am yesterday morning, driving to the Color Run, downtown at the Seattle Center. Neon shorts, rainbow socks, a dash of sparkly eyeshadow and pink glitter sunglasses? CHECK.
Joshy’s leg. We both wore knee socks for this race.
Pre-race and feeling fine! Thank God I started my period today (4 o’clock in the morning–thanks, body). First day of period + 5K = disaster.
This guy was feeling good too! His back has mostly recovered from last weekend, although he’s still going to the chiropractor this week. He wanted us to go on a 4 mile hike on Saturday and I said NO.
We were running a little late so we were part of the last group of runners, but that was fine with me. I decided not to stress out about pushing myself–which was good, because I had several side stitches during the run–yuck! Our time was 4 minutes slower than the Earth Day Race, but who cares?
“You gotta pay the troll toll…to get into this boy’s hole…” Hey, speaking of trolls, did you guys see this story? GROSS.
It was a lot of young people, like last year, and mostly women. All shapes and sizes, which is nice. I felt self-conscious in my neon short-shorts–I NEVER wear short-shorts out in “real life”, but shee-yit. It’s a race. Get over it.
Josh took pictures with his iphone. I figured there would be lots of butt pics–correct!
The “color stations”–where lots of volunteers blast you with colored powder–included yellow, orange, pink, and blue. I did not get blasted in the face this year, so I was grateful.
Finish line in sight! I’m glad I didn’t strain myself yesterday, because today, other than the crippling period cramps, I have ZERO body pain. Last month after the Earth Day run I could barely walk! So…it pays to be, um, lazy?
Fairy wings. Lots of tutus. Lots of knee socks. Only a few wigs.
You know what feels REALLY good? Finishing a race.
Party party party! There was music, free drinks (non-booze), snacks. I bit into a granola bar and broke my temporary crown straight out. I thought it was a particularly hard nut and threw it on the ground, only to realize my mistake moments later. WHOOPS. Back to the dentist today! Good, hopefully he’ll give me Vicodin. Fucking period cramps.
Here I am saying, “WE TALKED ABOUT THIS ANGLE.”
Covered in powder. When we got home I threw everything in the wash, except his white shirt and the white backpack, which we were hoping would have a nice tie-dyed effect after a vinegar soak. NOPE.
Would you believe I did not want a big fatty breakfast after the race? I did, however, need a vegan apple fritter from “Mighty O” donuts in Green Lake, so that’s where we went. Then a nap, then pizza, then Mother’s Day dinner at Josh’s grandparents house. So overall I would say yesterday was pretty good! And I don’t have to run again for another year. YES!