Then Nicholette and I drove to my friend Janet's house, who I've known since 1st grade, to crash. We got to meet her sweet puppies, all named after anime characters, (I snuggled up with the one that looked most like Spike, but shhh...don't tell him or I might find the severed head of a My Little Pony in my bed tonight.) and caught up on all the happenings from the last time I saw her, covering the life's milestones that couldn't possibly be posted on social media. It was girl heaven. =)
By the next morning, Nicholette and I walked two blocks to the SLC public library, where the Color Me Rad race was constructed sometime during the morning, and barely made the 8am circuit. The were thousands of people there, and we were doused in yellow before the gun went off. (Actually, I think some guy in a silver suit yelled "Go" in a blow-horn.)
|Before pic: Nicholette and me|
The color stations slowed our progress exponentially, as the runners bottled neck around the Color Me Rad employees. Needless to say, I DID NOT meet my goal to beat my 6th race's time. In fact they didn't even give us timers. I had to ask a guy what time it was when we crossed the finish line. I finished the race in 45 min. Or less. I'm not entirely sure if we started right at 8am.
After the finish, we got killer pics and joined the dancing party emceed by the silver-suited hirsute dude with the microphone (replacing the megaphone). We danced with the Color Me Rad mascot, an Easter bunny in a t-shirt, slapped beach balls around the undulating rainbow-faced crowd, and got fumigated by a purple cyclone from a fire extinguisher. It was awesome. (5,000 times better than the Color Festival at the Lotus temple.)