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I have just done the unthinkable.  
 I signed up with some friends to run The Color Run in ATL in April.  
 You’re probably thinking… “Ok… big deal… bajillions of people run in those races all the time.” But who has two thumbs, speaks limited French and never thought she’d ever ever ever do something like this? ((point to self)) This moi.  
 This moi is also actually still in shock that I am doing this. I’ve always been such a curmudgeon about running races (just ask my run-loving friends)… it has always seemed to me like the Ultimate Stuff White People Like Moment AKA Paying Money To Do Something That Is Normally Free. I often swore that the only way I would ever run a race was if I won free Chick Fil-A for life at the end of it.  
 In fact, really the only other time I’ve done a race at all was the 2008 Thanksgiving Turkey Trot which was only manageable because my brother wore a 1980s Windsuit and Powerwalked the whole thing (very dramatically) alongside me. (See photo above.)  
 Interestingly enough, my sister is actually a runner, and a good one. She even coaches a  Girls on the Run Team  in Denver and ran The Color Run last year. Looks like I’m going to have to get some tips from the ol’ sis and figure out what I’m going to do with my glasses if and when I get colored powder all over them and can’t see.  
 Oh yeah. And start running, I guess. STAY TUNED on this exciting new adventure/death wish. 

I have just done the unthinkable. 

I signed up with some friends to run The Color Run in ATL in April. 

You’re probably thinking… “Ok… big deal… bajillions of people run in those races all the time.” But who has two thumbs, speaks limited French and never thought she’d ever ever ever do something like this? ((point to self)) This moi. 

This moi is also actually still in shock that I am doing this. I’ve always been such a curmudgeon about running races (just ask my run-loving friends)… it has always seemed to me like the Ultimate Stuff White People Like Moment AKA Paying Money To Do Something That Is Normally Free. I often swore that the only way I would ever run a race was if I won free Chick Fil-A for life at the end of it. 

In fact, really the only other time I’ve done a race at all was the 2008 Thanksgiving Turkey Trot which was only manageable because my brother wore a 1980s Windsuit and Powerwalked the whole thing (very dramatically) alongside me. (See photo above.) 

Interestingly enough, my sister is actually a runner, and a good one. She even coaches a Girls on the Run Team in Denver and ran The Color Run last year. Looks like I’m going to have to get some tips from the ol’ sis and figure out what I’m going to do with my glasses if and when I get colored powder all over them and can’t see. 

Oh yeah. And start running, I guess. STAY TUNED on this exciting new adventure/death wish.