Last weekend, Rocio and I braved the early early early early morning and headed to Dodger Stadium, where we fogged (fake jogged... it's totally a real thing) our way through a 3.1 mile course dotted with five stations of colored cornstarch that transformed our white shirts into a mash-up of different hues.
And this time there were hills.
The first two color runs we did were completely flat courses, but not Dodger Stadium. Straight out of the gate, we were headed uphill, and my already unimpressive endurance was cut down dramatically by the onslaught of a mountain tall enough to intimidate even the hikiest of hikers. Okay, that might be a little bit of an exaggeration. Or maybe even entirely false. Okay, so really it's just a normal hill, not even as steep as my driveway (which is crazy steep, for the record.), but when I get winded walking up hills, you can bet that running sure isn't gonna happen.
And then, once we had gone downhill for a little bit, there were all these switchbacks, making us go back up. So I just stuck to the fogging on the downhill segments and trudged my way up on the
Since there had to be hills, I was extra grateful for the clouds that made the sun less brutal. Our first color run was miserably hot. I would do hills with cloud cover over a straight course in mid-afternoon under an unrelenting sun any day!
Oh, and I've lost 5 pounds since my last blog post. HALLELUJAH!
I WILL fully run a 5K soon.