This past Saturday, Drew and I forwent our usual “sleep-in day” in order to participate in the Atlanta Color Run. I use ‘Atlanta’ loosely as the race was actually out at the Motor Speedway in Tara, Georgia. In order to make the 45 minute drive and arrive early enough to queue up with the first waive of runners, we had to leave the apartment shortly after 7 A.M. Now if that isn’t dedication, I don’t know what is. Lucky for us, since we ran the race last year, we knew how much fun it would be, well worth giving up a few extra hours of zzz’s. The race definitely didn’t disappoint.
After seeing the massive crowds of people, I’m not surprised they moved the race location. I’m also glad we got there early. There had to have been at least 50,000 people which is probably double the number that ran through Piedmont Park last year. We’d heard that residents had complained about their cars getting covered with the powder at the various color stations along the course. Apparently not everyone wants their cars stained hot pink and teal. I can’t complain too much; minus a short stretch of gravel, the race course at the Speedway was pretty much flat as a pancake.
Our friends Jhana and Jacob also ran and as usual, I think the best part was the post-race color-throwing-sweaty-moshpit-dance party. With a thousand of our closest friends. I was a bit sad to see my relatively new Brooks shoes get dirty, but I’m sure it was only a matter of time. Plus, every time I lace up my shoes I’ll be reminded of an awesome day. Another reminder? The streaks of purple that have remained in my hair the past couple days. Surprisingly, I actually don’t mind them. I may even be a bit sad when the last of it rinses out.