I ran a 5K on Sunday, the Philadelphia Color Run. This is me pre-race. You can tell because at this point, I’m not yet covered in “color”. Everyone starts the run wearing as much white as possible, and at each kilometer checkpoint, volunteers sprayed color on the runners (in the form of colored corn starch). Theoretically, by the end of 3.1 miles, you should resemble an Easter egg with feet.
It was more of a fun run than a race, and due to the excessive heat and humidity, they chopped a kilometer off the run (the purple checkpoint; my favorite), but it was still fun, especially at the end, when the most recent finishers gathered in a small parking lot in front of the Art Museum (hence the Rocky statue) to throw their packets of color in the air. Alas, I wussed out and came out with so little color on me, it wasn’t even worth taking a picture. Next year I will NOT be a wallflower.
In an unusually bright act of planning ahead, I scheduled the day after as a recovery day: a vacation day from work, no chores, no errands, nothing; not even knitting. But me being me, I couldn’t just sit still for 24 hours, so I decided to bake some cookies:
I bet you wish you’d run a 5K too, don’t you? 🙂