30 before 30: Color Run

30 before 30: Color Run

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When I began compiling my 30 before 30 list back in the fall, the Color Run was one of the first activities I added.  I love to run, and I love bright colors, so why not enjoy the two together?  Last month, my brother invited me to join his Color Run team, and I jumped at the chance was initially excited…until I saw the entrance fee.  Ultimately, though, I could not pass up the opportunity to begin whittling down my goals the day after my birthday.  So, I bit the bullet, pulled out my debit card (telling myself that it would count as a self-given birthday present), and prepared for race day.

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With the wintry weather and my work hours, I was not able to “train” for the run.  Thankfully, the Color Run is completely casual–no time clocks, no winner, no prizes.

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Seven thousand people (and a few animals) participated in the Color Run today.  I ran with the second group and finished before the last group even had a chance to start.

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This was truly the happiest 3.1 miles I had ever run.  With each spray of color, I grinned bigger (which led to a few mouthfuls of colored corn starch).

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Although I will probably be wiping yellow dust out of my left ear until 2016, I have no regrets!

Shine on!

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Panting Physique, Calm Conscious

Panting Physique, Calm Conscious

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Left. Right. Left. Right.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

The steady syncopation of my New Balance runners hitting concrete is the only thing I notice as I start my morning run.  The sun is still rising behind downtown towers, and the air is nippy, despite the forecast of a heated day.

Within a few blocks, my lungs are pulsing, desperately trying to take in enough oxygen to keep up with the frenzied pace my legs have set.  Meanwhile, my heart flutters like hummingbird wings.  Speed.  My body keeps accelerating.

Yet, my mind rests.  My sprinting body frees my mind of yesterday’s worries.  They are chasing me, but I am running too fast for them to catch up.  The steady beating of my feet numbs my mind.  Release.  My consciousness keeps lessening.

And then it’s over.  I have reached the end of my circuit.  Physically, I am back where I started.  Mentally, I am a new person.  Instead of pounding shoes, I hear chirping birds.  And then,

Silence.

Stillness.