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Color, Color, Color Run 2013

I got the lovely opportunity to run in Atlanta's Color Run for the 2nd year in a row!  The best part, though, was that it ended up being a mini middle school reunion.  A couple gal pals that I've known since, gosh, elementary school came into town with a couple of their friends and we all ran/walked a fun 5k at the Atlanta Motor Speedway.  The came in late Friday night and we were able to catch up on stuff that's happened in the 11 or so years since we've seen each other.  It was a late night, but we were all pretty pumped to get up and do THE Color Run!!

Here's what's so fun about it in case you haven't heard of the Color Run:  you run (sorta) a 5K while having different colors thrown at you.  It's pretty simple.  They call it the "Happiest 5K on Earth" and I'm inclined to agree!  I love getting a little dirty.  You start out in all white and, by the end of this fun run, you end up drenched in color (which does pretty much wash completely out of clothing and off of skin!).  What's not to like?!

You can't do this thing and not laugh and it was made better by the opportunity to hang with friends from long ago!  They had to leave on Saturday evening and although I was sad to see them go, I have a feeling this is going to be the first of many get togethers.  It's so lovely being able to catch up almost where you left off while sharing stories from long ago.  

It makes me smile just thinking about it!



“Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways. ”
 -- Oscar Wilde

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  1. Loved catching up with you Helen! It will definitely be the start of many get togethers!! See you soon tree!

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