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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Kindred Spirits and Divine Connections: The kind of friendships sent from above

I’m in a glass case of emotion!!!!

Friendships are such a wonderful gift! Every time we step away from our front door and out into the unpredictable world, we enter into possibilities to meet new people and establish connections with them. Maybe that person is the new neighbor whom you haven’t had an encounter with yet. Or maybe you’ve been neighbors for awhile, but neither of you has ever introduced yourselves to one another. If you have a job and you work in a setting where you have co-workers, that setting stands as a prospect to get to know someone; the same pertains to your classmates if you are a student. If you’re like me, you may meet people through mutual friends. I could incessantly name all of the ways we meet others in our daily lives. The point is, when we connect with someone, we really don’t know how that person will affect us down the road of association.

Recently, I helped celebrate a good friend’s grand business venture which resulted in her having to relocate to another state, and while I am rejoicing with her about this new chapter in her and her husband’s life, I am finding that I am not handling it so well. I don’t speak Yiddish, but sending her off, wishing her good fortune left me a little verklempt. After I received word about her leaving the city that I love, it left me thinking a lot about the bonds we form with other people, who we choose to cherish, and how those bonds positively or negatively impress upon our spirits.

I call my friend my kindred spirit. We call each other Virgo sisters. The way we clicked when we first met was in all honesty cosmic, for lack of better words. I’m an introvert, so sometimes it is difficult for me to converse with others until I’m comfortable with being around them. My friend and I only hung out a couple of times after the first time we met. Regardless, our level of interaction seemed like we had been best friends or at least had known each other for years. We had not; however, after only knowing her for ten months, I consider her to be one of the few whom I can call a good friend. For me, that is a rarity.

Pictured here with my friend, Cherie (left), on the night of her "Good Luck" party. We even accidentally wore the same colors!"

Pictured here with my friend, Cherie (left), on the night of her “Good Luck” party. We even accidentally wore the same colors!”

I had no idea that she would leave such a positive impression on me when I met her. As a woman, I admire her for her beauty–for her sense of humor. I admire her for her tenacity. I admire her for being a successful entrepreneur (one who’s humble at that). I won’t even begin to talk about the genuine adoration that is so visibly evident between her and her husband; it is truly something to behold.

I never thought to let her know about the impression she has made on me. That is, until she emailed me about her leaving the city. Right then I took the time in my reply to let her know that I would forever cherish our friendship no matter how often we hung out or talked to each other in the past. I just hate that it took for her to tell me that she was leaving for me to let her know that. This post only serves as an extension of my appreciation for the positive energy she exudes and for her demonstrating sophistication. Like I told her, I am grateful for having crossed paths with her.

People come, people go; it’s true. Some people will vibe well with us; others won’t. It is left up to us to sift through the gems worth keeping–to nurture the friendships worth holding on to. Don’t wait until adieu or worse. It may not always mean to make a phone call every single day, week, or month. In some friendships between two, they can go without speaking to each other for periods of time and pick up where they left off as if they had never missed a beat. Where I think we tend to miss the beat is in our understanding of the connection and the way others silently motivate us through their lifestyle. If we ever grasp that understanding, then we should express to that friend that has impacted us so greatly how much we appreciate them for just being them. It is one of the most elevating things we could do for another. As the saying goes, you reap what you sow. And who wouldn’t want to be told “Thank you for just being you” in return?
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“No love, no friendship can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.” –Francois Muriac

Cherie Fields is the operator and manager of Iron Tribe Fitness (located in Huntersville, NC). If you're near the area or know of anyone who is interested in improving their lives,

Cherie Fields is the operator and manager of Iron Tribe Fitness (located in Huntersville, NC). Find out “why she tribes” and join The NC Tribe family for a different approach to a physically-fit lifestyle.

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