See,
another friend had ran the same race the week before in a different city. After
she ran we texted back and forth. While she enjoyed it she had been a little disappointed.
She went into it thinking she was running a race – she had been training for some
time and was eager to improve over her last 5K. Her city’s Color Run was so
packed she didn’t run more than 30 seconds at a time until the last mile where
she really tried to run the entire thing. (But came to a halt several times as
people stopped to take photos on the route.) After talking to my friend I
immediately messaged all of my friends running with me. I explained that maybe
we should think of this as a giant party and not so much as a race. We shifted
our thinking (and some of us were relieved, injuries abounded in our group). We
decided to celebrate the weekend as a girls’ weekend and see what happened.
The start of the race took forever! They let off groups at a time and while the
race began at 8 am, we didn’t actually start until 8:55. Once we began I was
surprised, we were running! Every “K” you went through a color station where
people squirted different colors at you. They are a powder that comes out
almost like a dust. (No issues with my eyes or breathing, just an FYI.) At the
color stations you did slow to a walk but otherwise there was plenty of room to
run.
Throughout
the race route we were able to run at a normal pace until the last “K” where we
went from a road to a sidewalk. There we squeezed in and really had to walk.
Wanting to finish, and impressed with my time so far, we moved over to the
grass and were able to run the rest of it until the finish line where we
kind-of moved like a herd of cattle through the gates.