Over the weekend, I ran in the Color Run here in Des Moines. It was an easy 5K. The hardest part of it all was navigating around 90% of the people who decided to walk the 5K instead of running it. I don’t mind that people prefer to walk, it’s just that most of them didn’t get the memo to stay to the right side of the course to let the runners pass them on the left. Likewise, they seemed annoyed that I would dare tell them to get out of the way so we could do more than just jog in place behind their impenetrable wall.
Anyway, the Color Run is where you run and they throw colored powder at you. I ended up like this at the end:
I was by far not the most dirty person at the end. I was practically untouched compared to other folks. Still, I felt like skittles.
Some people wonder why I do this. It’s really simple, actually. I feel good, it makes me healthy, and it’s meditative. Really, I don’t need any other reason.
But if you need more of a reason, you need to read this piece by The Oatmeal. He finds himself in his running, and I can see what he means.