A few weeks ago I did something I have never done before. I participated in a 5k event. I should probably start by telling you I am NOT a runner by any means. There are so many other activities I can do with great endurance, but for some reason, running is not one of them. This particular event, called The Color Run, was quite intriguing though, and after looking into it further, I knew I had to do it.
The concept of The Color Run, also known as “The Happiest 5k on the Planet,” is to promote being fit and healthy, giving back to your community, and having an absolute blast doing it. The race is not timed (thank goodness), and the only rule is that you wear all white. Along the race course, the runners go through colored checkpoints while volunteers bomb you with colored powder. What? I’m in!
I decided I was not going to do this alone so my team was born….The Fire Breathing Kittens! Decked in white clothing, flaming socks and kitty ears, 17 of us headed to Ft. Lauderdale.
Still feeling slightly intimidated, I took off from the start line with my other flaming kitties, not knowing whether I was going to fall over dead after a mile.
We hit the first checkpoint and the color flew!
Oh my goodness, I never thought running could be so much fun! Checkpoint after checkpoint we got dirtier, sweatier, and way more colorful. Along the route, I could not help but to notice a few things.
First, there were ALL KINDS of people there. On my team alone we ran with Kenzie who was 7 months old and my mom who is 71.
I saw people of all ages and body sizes. I saw people in wheelchairs and on crutches. None of it mattered because everyone was there to just have fun and be healthy.
Second, was the fact that all of the people there looked like complete idiots! Our kitty ears were nothing compared to the wigs, rainbow fur boots, tutu’s and unitards. No one cared about what brand their clothes were or who does their hair. It was pure abandonment of image which was beautiful.
Finally, the one thing that I really saw was unity. There were thousands of people at this run. Thousands. You generally don’t put that many people in one place without there being at least a little conflict. All I saw was a mob of happy lunatics all dressed like wackos, running the same direction for the same reasons with huge smiles on their faces. The race ended at a pavilion where the party and color bombing continued. All the funny costumes all blended into one blur of universal color.
It was great to be physical and feel healthy, it was great to raise money for a charitable cause, but it was amazing to have the abandonment of a child and for a few hours feel silly, get completely dirty and laugh hard out loud. To not care about looking cool, or rich, or beautiful. I wonder what it would take for more people to let go like this more often from day to day? Put on a tutu and run around your living room for a few minutes; I guarantee it will put a smile on your face!