Day 19 – The Color Run

color runThe day I got the invitation to participate in a Color Run in Colorado Springs, I told them, I was in.  Not because I was particularly enamored with doing a 5K, I’ve done them before, but because I was going to do it with some of the most honest, funny, hard working girls I know.

The party weekend was in honor of two birthday girls, best friends that live in different states, although they now own houses next door to each other.  I can see them as Ethel and Lucy gabbing across the fence in their retired years.  Another 20 or so people were invited, 11 of us made the trip.  I came in via Texas, several flew from California, a number drove in from around the state, and Barb, she lives in the neighborhood.

Saturday night we all got together with our husbands at Roxy’s house, Chipotle was catered and we celebrated with a Signature Drink – an alcoholic Cherry Limeade ala Sonic.  So yummy, the smartest thing done that night was starting the party early so we could end early.  Our casting call for the Color Run was 6:30 a.m.

Early Sunday morning, we all showed up dressed for the event.  Black leggings, white tanks that had our “Too Too Fabulous” on the front, and the Gwendolyn Strong Foundation logo on the back; necklaces, backpacks, and, of course, tutus.  Each of us dressed in a different color tutu that our backpacks matched.  We were a stylin’ team!

The Color Run bills themselves as the Happiest 5K on the Planet.  They were pretty close to right, I don’t know about the rest of the group, but I had a blast.  We Zumba’d for an hour to get warmed up.  I was totally in to it, another thing I’ve never done before is Zumba.  Rhythm is not my forte, but I’ve got heart, and I love to dance.  Dance we did, I felt like I had run the 5K before we even got started.

After Zumba, they herded us in to the chute and sent us on our way, runners on the left, walkers on the right.  We were on the right.  Three thousand of our closest friends all dressed in bright white clothing, at least for a minute.  A Color Run is one where they throw chalk on you at different places throughout the 3.2 miles, the first color was yellow, then they added blue, next up was pink.  Orange came in somewhere, the mix can be cool looking, or begin to look like dirt.  It all depends on your saturation level.  I was pretty pleased with my outfit at the end.

We all finished the walk together, took a few photos and I headed out to breakfast with my husband who had stood at the finish line with his buddy waiting for me.  My husband is all kinds of supportive, it doesn’t matter what I’m doing, he’s there for me.  I am so lucky.

When I got back to the trailer, I was thankful we were staying at a friends who had a shower in his shop.  I undressed from my colorful clothes carefully, trying hard not to spread color everywhere.  Taking off my bra, I found where the chalk had gathered, any place that was the least bit damp was saturated with color.  Purple mostly, the combination of that great blue and pink.  I think it’s the first time ever my husband didn’t want to touch me!

The Color Run was a great experience, not just for the benefit of doing something fun and new, we know how much I love that! But for time spent forging new friendships and solidifying others.  I am forever grateful for being included, and want to thank all the Colored Bitches (see Day 161) for the great weekend!

Day 20 – My first Farmgirl Badge

IMAG0384A few months ago I discovered an organization where I could earn badges, just like in Girl Scouts.  I was so excited, I have always been one who likes a reward for a job well done, and let’s face it, as an adult, that simply doesn’t happen very often.  The Farmgirl Sisterhood has merit badges for just such a thing.  While I have done pieces/parts of many, I only really focused on one, Cross-stitching.

To be perfectly honest, this isn’t my first foray in to Cross-stitching, perhaps that’s why I started here.

Beginner Level:  Learn to Cross Stitch.  Start with a simple project like a bookmark or border a picture frame.  DONE.  Like I said, not exactly my first project here.  Back when my Josh was just a baby, I did a large 16×16 duck scene for my dad for Christmas, yep, that was almost 30 years ago.  Last I knew, it still hangs in his basement office.

Intermediate Level:  Learn about different fabrics to use for cross-stitching, and determine how many stitches per-inch you would like your project to contain.  Cross-stitch a more advanced project.  DONE.  I have some linen, some aida-cloth, some various projects all good for cross-stitching.  I’ve done the research in my handy-dandy Encyclopedia of Needlecrafts.  My project may not be difficult, but it will be time consuming, guaranteed.

Expert Level:  Design your own template to cross-stitch for a large project, such as a comforter or wall-hanging.  DONE.  If you put them all together, a wall hanging it could be.  The center section and each of the borders is a unique design, designed by me this time, but borrowed from others that have come before me.  I saw them all in one place at one time, about an hour before I gave them to my sisters.  Not real sisters in the way of blood relations, but sisters in the way of beliefs and lifestyle.

I cross-stitched kitchen towels for each of my Color Run sisters, eleven in all, each took about eight hours, maybe a little more on some designs.  In my previous life, I had a group of friends we referred to as Princesses.  We never got together without a little something, something for each other.  This was my first real invite back in to the land of women, I am surrounded by men daily, so I wanted to do something special, just to show them how much I appreciate them. What they do with their towels, doesn’t matter to me, I had so much fun doing them, it kept my hands busy on our many travels.  The last few days since I gave them out, I’ve looked hard for new things to do, I’m going to have to go back to stitching.  And in case you wondered, yes, I finished the day OF the party, yes, it was an hour before we left.  My motto for a long time, perhaps all of my life has been, “Anything worth doing is worth doing frantically.”  Some of us are just born that way.

Day 161 – Crazy Fun

colorrunI am fortunate enough to be acquainted with some crazy people, you know the type, always calling attention to themselves, even when it’s unintentional.  I live with a couple of those on the road, both Big and Josh could be described that way.  I am the quiet one of the bunch, not to say I don’t have a good time, but I can’t manage to play quite like they do.  When I left for California, I said, in my outside voice, “Ok, you have three days, a birthday, and a $1,000 spending limit – you need to behave.”  But that was the only stipulation I put on them.  They tend to tone down some when I’m around, I never know what kind of calls to expect when I’m gone.

By the end of the first 24 hours they had been cut off by the bartender, prayed for by a stranger and one of them had almost puked and not because of alcohol.  They are just those kind of guys.

I have girls that I like to be around that are similar, today I got an invitation to join a Color Run in Colorado Springs.  Now, I don’t know if they were just being nice in inviting me, but I am thrilled that they did.  These girls are the kind that have a party wherever they go, and to get to be a part of the party makes me feel all kinds of special.

The hardest part about this group, so far, was deciding on a team name that wouldn’t offend anyone.  I am not always successful, but I really work hard at trying not to offend, it’s not always easy, but I try.  So here are some of the fabulous names that were suggested:  Team Birthday Bitches; Team Aren’t We Fabulous, Team Me and My Colored Bitches, Team Color Commentary.  I had to draw the line at Me and My Colored Bitches, I just couldn’t imagine what anyone not at the Color Run would think of that – fortunately, there are some awesome girls in the group who kept working on ideas – we are Team Too Too Fabulous – oh, and that’s because they think we need to wear tutus on this adventure, my ass should never be showcased in a tutu – but I’m in anyway.  I am so looking forward to this, it isn’t until September, but how much fun will this weekend be!  Thanks for the invite!