Ketchup with the Frys: The Color Run

Have you heard of the Color Run?

If not, watch this:

Basically, it's a 5K, and you get color thrown on you throughout the course.

Sounds like fun, right?

Not to me.

Here are my concerns and how I overcame them:

1. It's called the Color Run.
I am too old, too fat, and too out of shape to run anywhere. I don't run because I can't run. Believe me, if I could run, I would totally do it. However, at this point in my life, "run" is not in my vocabulary unless it pertains to diarrhea. As in, "I have the runs." Luckily, you don't really have to run. You can walk at your own pace. There were old people, little kids, people in wheelchairs, and everyone in between.

2. The Color.
They throw a chalk-like powder on you throughout the race. People would say, "That looks like so much fun!" To me, that did not look fun. I'm just being honest. I thought it looked totally stupid. Even with the cool video. Who wants stuff thrown on them that will possibly cause them to look like an evil smurf? Truth: I did have a small, blue Hitler-esque mustache that I could not remove until I took a shower later that night. However, running through a gauntlet of color is surprisingly fun. Who knew?

3. We were going to go in May.
Sometimes it's hot in May. We've talked about my sweating problem before, so I was nervous about what I would look like. The people in the video look happy & colorful. I pictured myself as a melting rainbow blob of jello. Thankfully, the weather was great. Had it been 90 degrees out, I would have melted. And not in the Pinterest-y melted crayon artsy-way. More like a brown blob of warm, lumpy gravy. But it was great weather, so all was well.

4. The travel dilemma.
4 of us were driving down together Friday night and staying in a hotel, then meeting up with our other friend, her mom and her adorable baby girl. 4 women plus 1 bathroom equals questionable sleeping and bathroom arrangements. The drive also had potential for disaster because 4 women trapped in a car for 2.5 hours could be a recipe for disaster. But any crisis was quickly diverted when we discovered the custom mixed CD that the former owner of the car left behind. Do you know anyone who knows ALL of the words to "Ice, Ice, Baby"? Because I do.

I would definitely participate in this again. It was a ton of fun! I highly recommend!

Here are some pics: