Color Me Rad is a five-kilometer race where the goal is to run, get colored, and be rad. So, naturally, that’s what I am doing.
I am at SDCCU Stadium (formerly Qualcomm Stadium, formerly Jack Murphy Stadium, formerly San Diego Stadium), I have my number, and I am, for now, clean and uncolored. That will soon change.
This is my best friend, since forever. We are going to race together to be each other’s cheering squad.
Photographers keep taking our photographs. They probably like my big, beautiful…smile. 😀
Okay, let the race begin!!
There are hundreds (thousands?) of us, waiting in the morning heat, when we hear a loud horn and everyone starts running as clouds of colored smoke fill the air. The radness begins!
Well, this explains the smoke. It appears that a number of runners have canisters of rad color. I’ll try to not breathe.
Can you see me, lost in the crowd? I’m the one in white with red sun glasses. Well, can you at least see the two people with skull heads? The folks at the Color Me Rad race do not discriminate based on race, color, or condition of skull.
Here I am, running just ahead of the ballerinas, to the right of the girl with the feather pen, and just behind the “Support Your Troops” guy.
I’m still fairly clear and white. Well, my friends, this is about to change.
I follow the runners into the first set of arches, where I am slimed with purple powder. Kinda reminds me of a song by Prince Rogers Nelson.
As long as I’m going to be colored, I want an even coloring. No weird tie-dye look for me!
In case you are wondering if a runner could just race through and avoid the color, the answer is “No”. First, there are three opportunities to be colored and second, why would a runner NOT want to be colored?
A fellow runs through the yellow color pushing a child in a cart. I can only imagine what the child is experiencing.
I approach the yellow zone, which is about half way to the finish line. My knees are a bit sore from running on pavement, but I don’t have very far to go, so I’ll be fine.
A handful of color and I’m through the splash zone!
Now I’ll be dripping yellow from my face. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I can’t wait to blow my nose and the end of the race….
Notice the fellow on the far left? He brought his cell phone in a plastic bag. Dude, can’t you disconnect even for a few minutes during a FUN RUN? Well, I shouldn’t judge. Maybe he’s a surgeon and he just got news that the hospital found a donor, or an international investor who has $400 million tied up in Chinese tungsten mining, or….Nah, who am I kidding. He’s just a dork.
Whoa! What happened to that girl behind me? She must have run face-first into a ball of blue color! I hope she was not inhaling.
I’m getting colored with a significant amount of orange. Or, at least, a part of me is.
Okay, I know what he was aiming for, but that color was seriously close to my face. But, the race is almost over, so I’m happy.
We race joyously to the finish line, where crowds of people ignore us. Can you people at least get off the race track before checking that important message?
Happy smiles as we take deep breaths of non-colored air and celebrate our rad colors from our rad race.
We are no longer shiny white and clean, but we are WAY more rad!
I have a few photographs of other rad racers.
I’m sure this young fellow was rad before the race began.
Some racers seem to have sustained far more head coloring than I did. I think she’s holding her breath right now.
I hope you have figured out why the organizers give sunglasses to all the racers.
Could this gentleman be any more rad? Like, he didn’t even need the color!
I have even more rad people to show you!
Well, it’s time to go home and take a long, hot shower. Hopefully I’ll be back to my squeaky-clean self before you know it!