This Weekend's Color Dash 5k

"I've always wanted to do a color dash," she said.
"Not me," I replied.

"It looks like so much fun," she said.
"What's in the colored powder that they throw at you?" I asked. "Is it safe to breathe? Will it wash out of our clothes?"

"I won't be able to wear my contacts because of that powder," I told her. "I won't be able to see."
"I'll drive," she retorted. "You won't have to see."


Carrie caught me in a weak moment back in July, and I had barely agreed to participate in this color dash when she quickly purchased tickets for this event. For the past three months we have gently fussed about this - me resisting and Carrie convincing me that we'd have fun.

And for the most part, it was fun. Just being able to hang out with my girl was fun, participating in an event to benefit Down Syndrome awareness was a worthy cause, the weather was beautiful (though a tad on the warm side), and up until the end when one of the powder-throwers tossed a handful of blue powder smack in Carrie's face (why?!?!?) it was a different kind of fun to participate in something like a color dash.

{photo taken before the dash began, pre-powdered faces}

"In the long run, I think you had more fun that I did," she said.
"Probably," I replied. "And we can check this off our bucket list because I wouldn't do it again."

And at last, we agreed.

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