Ladies and gentlemen, I did my first 5K.
Let’s start at the beginning. As I mentioned in this post, my dear friend Sarah introduced me to the Color Run. It looked like it would be such a friggin’ blast and a GREAT way to introduce Liz-who-doesn’t-run to Liz-who-does-run.
Then, on Friday night before the race, it absolutely poured in Austin. I mean, thunder, lightning, wind, and loads of rain. I woke up in the middle of night and thought “Shit. I have to brave these shenanigans tomorrow” and went back to sleep. When we got up in the morning, it was a brisk 50 degrees outside and cloudy, but at least it wasn’t raining. I donned my white shirt and old tennis shoes, weighed in at WW (bleh), and headed over to Sarah’s. We thought that if we left at 8:00am, we’d be juuuust fine, considering the race wasn’t supposed to start until 9:00am, and we knew we would probably be towards the back.
Then this happened:
I think we sat in traffic for at least an hour and a half. It was kind of annoying, but we were still waking up and having a good time watching all the other Color Runners try to get to their destination. When we got closer to the actual site, we realized that not only was the traffic a mess, but the parking situation was going to be ridiculous. So we had to park about….a mile and a half away. Which means that we turned our 5K into a 10K! Without even trying! Hooray! This is not even at the race yet:
At this point, things are still kind of funny? Maybe? Like, we’re joking, and singing, and making fun of other people – it’s a good time. By the time we get to the actual race, I’m a little tired and a little freezing, but still in high spirits. (Keep in mind, this entire time we have not seen a single person who is actually working for the Color Run. This is a recurring theme.) Here we are before the race!
A little chilly, but doin’ good. The line was crazy:
It was about 9:45am when we finally started, and it was fun for about 8 minutes – some crazy color dust, running with friends….and then we hit the mud. Remember when it had absolutely poured the night before? Well, about 3/4ths of the race was covered in mud. Like, a foot deep. Running was virtually impossible. About 10 minutes into the hour that it took to “run” the race, my shoes, socks, and feet were TOTALLY soaked and muddy. I don’t have any less-than-great iPhone photos from the actual thing because I was SO nervous I would drop my phone in the mud – I apologize for that. However, I will tell you it was shenanigans, and practically resistance running. I don’t know if that’s a thing, but whatever. My butt and thighs still hurt today. Rough.
We made 2 shortcuts and stopped once or twice to try to find a less muddy route through the foliage (unsuccessfully so), but we made it. The worst part? We were supposed to get dusted with brightly colored dust at every kilometer. But because of the rain and the mud and the disorganization, they had run out of “color” by the time we got to them. People were rolling on the short bits of pavement that were around the color stations, like this:
The three of us only got a little color on our white shirts, which was a bit of a bummer. However, at the end, there was a LOT of color leftover, and everyone was having a good time. We spent some time in the fray, and then watched it happen:
Craziness. Despite the mud and lack of color and cold weather, Monica had a good time:
Sarah, on the other hand, was not particularly happy:
Here we are, trying to show off our muddy shoes, and failing…
Here is how I kind of felt afterwards!
Here’s how I actually felt afterwards:
Guh. Tired and muddy and less-than-colored and hilarious and ridiculous. That’s how I roll. BAM.
The bottom line is we all made it, and no one was left behind in the mud. Afterwards, we went to Blue Star Cafeteria, and I definitely enjoyed a mimosa and Eggs Benedict:
I complained a lot, but it really was fun. The Color Run folks could not have predicted the rain situation, and they really did try to make it a good time for everyone. I’m excited that I have a 5K experience under my belt – and I intend to do more in the future!
But hopefully my shoes won’t look like this after the next one: