At yesterday’s Color Me Rad, I had a blast!  Maybe the run at certain bottle necks was not so much a run, and perhaps the 5K was not quite a 5K, but there was energy and buzz and catchy, forgettable pop music, so a great time was had.  

The Husband and I lamented not making up some Crazy Town Banana Pants shirts for the occasion.  There was a lad dressed as a banana (note: DJ at the event deserves 100K bonus points for all of the Arrested Development jokes he made) and a couple of guys dressed in white full body suits, which only made me think of the Greendale Human Being, and I just wished both of these beings were on my team and wondered if The Husband and I should dress as the Human Being and Mister Banana Grabber for Halloween or next year’s race.

… And there’s the rub.  From the fun and crazy times I had yesterday to the point of today, the term “next year’s race” does not seem applicable anymore.  And that would be thanks to corn starch.   I feel like I consumed more cornstarch than I ever wanted to in one day, and inhaled more cornstarch that I ever wanted to inhale…  ever.  The thought of a next year, feeling the way I do these past 24 or so hours, I am thinking the likelihood of a next year is pretty remote.

That being said, I still had a lot of fun, it really was a blast… and since The Husband will be running with me for some time, I think we will be making those Crazy Town Banana Pants shirts after all, since we love Community, and we tend to be crazy town banana pants for running, marrying and putting up with each other, etc.

He may still need convincing over the Halloween idea though.