"When Zoloft and balloon animals can't seem to raise your spirits, the best way to brighten your life is to run the Color Me Rad 5K."
It was one of those things I tucked away in the back of mind, thinking "Gee- that would be fun."
And then, one day, while checking my e-mail, the happy little "ding" announced a full inbox. As I sifted through the messages, scanning and deleting, my eyes fell upon the words 'color' and 'rad' and my interest piqued.
Who in the world could resist such fun?
Not me. No way.
The "race" (I use the word liberally) wasn't even timed. Perfect. I'm working on toning down the competitive edge-- I'll keep you posted on how that goes. (wink, wink)
The magic of colored dust shouldn't be lost on anyone. Try it sometime. You'll never forget it.
Between the blasting music, the happy people, and the crazy outfits one couldn't help but to have an extreme amount of fun.
Do you see this neon blue haze?
Surprisingly, I started the school year with an ultra-hip blue streak across left side of my hair. Apparently a bit of dust got trapped under a pigtail holder for a bit too long....oops.
I'm still reeling from the fun. I've never been so gross or took such a long shower. Plus, over a week later and I still sport a greenish stripe. Awesome. Pure Awesome.