Painted, Splattered, Covered, and Proud: How I was color-bombed for a good cause

Click the picture if curiosity is getting the best of you. (photo credit: Color Me Rad)

Click the picture if curiosity is getting the best of you. (Photo source: Color Me Rad)

Some time last year, I decided to start a bucket list of activities I wanted to accomplish before transitioning to eternal life. Out of 25 activities on my life’s to-do list, I learned that I have a little daredevil within who is anxious to satisfy an adventurous appetite for thrills. As for some of the remaining activities, while achieving them will bring me gratification, they aren’t as terrifying; neither do they seem like anything I would want any part of.

Now, I will be the first to admit that there isn’t one athletic bone in my body; never has been and probably never will be. But one of my goals was to participate in a 5K run just to see if I could do it. I achieved that goal on June 1st for none other than the Color Me Rad 5K. The 5K benefits local charities in a given city, and for its first time in Birmingham, the Ronald McDonald House Charities of Alabama was the chosen one to receive the proceeds from approximately 5,000 participants. (I imagine the figures to be astronomical!)

Thanks to a Facebook friend’s post, I found out about the race, read about it, watched the video on the website’s homepage, and right then and there I decided that it would be the perfect race to link myself to (if you know me, then you must know that I like a collection of bright colors). Complete with an 80s-inspired theme and even a rave-like party at the finish, participants were given neon wayfarer sunglasses and were encouraged to wear a shade of white. Why white? Because at the end . . . you will see (continue reading). So not only was I able to relive all of the radness from the era I was born in, I contributed to charity too! Now that I look back on that day, I willingly allowed complete strangers to “bomb” me (and my hair) with bright colors of orange, green, yellow, pink, and purple throughout the course. Totally outrageous!

Having several friends there to experience my first 5K with made it all the more an enjoyable time. (We made it a point to go out for breakfast afterwards for the mere enjoyment of the puzzled expressions on onlookers’ faces.) A fellow blogger and friend of mine, Art Bella, is used to running several 5K’s throughout the year; so it was great having her alongside to talk about fitness, life, music, dating, and lessons learned. Record times were not measured (runners only had to finish the race before dawn), but she kept me focused, gave me a few tips, and helped push me along the way. In the end, I was satisfied with my choice to let Color Me Rad be my very first 5K–that’s one more activity I can mark off my bucket list. Color me proud!

Scroll down to see the pictures of me and my friends. We look as if we’d gotten into a struggle with a massive box of colored chalk . . . and thoroughly enjoyed it.

A rainbow of colors, you say? Color bomb me!

Picked up my race gear two days prior. Some memorabilia.

Picked up my race gear two days prior. Some memorabilia.

Taken before the first wave of runners. Look how clean everyone looks!

Taken before the first wave of runners. Look how clean everyone looks!

Yours truly. Like my socks? (WAR EAGLE!) My team name was "Kitten Kaboodle." Don't ask.

Yours truly. Like my socks? (WAR EAGLE!) My team name was “Kitten Kaboodle.” Don’t ask.

The cost of the volition to let strangers color bomb you at any moment.

The cost of the volition to let strangers color bomb you at any moment.

Memories with friends that will last always. Don't we look rad!

Memories with friends that will last always. Don’t we look rad!

(Want to know exactly what the colors are made from? Then click on the picture above this page, which will directly link you to the website, and become the rainbow too.)

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