The Not-So-Colorful Color Run

We had good intentions. Promise.

The Color Run came to Birmingham on Labor Day. We made a team. We signed up. All was well.

We expected the day to turn out like this:

It kind of looked like this (minus the dementors): 

We met at 6:30am to drive out to the track. The weather was looking rather nasty, but we went ahead.

After an hour of standing in the pouring rain, we decided to call it quits. We were soaking wet, cold, and not at all well trained to run 5 kilometers in the rain. I mean, we were planning on jogging/walking it anyway.

Hey, we got our t-shirts and color packets. Maybe we'll have better luck in Atlanta in March?

Best hat there. I'm sorry we had to leave it in the parking lot.

"On a scale of 1-1990, how 90s do I look?" --Caroline Evers

march on

Soooooo...it's March.
The month of love is no more.
The Olympics will roll around again in two more years.
The Ides of March is coming. Beware.
Everyone will get really into March Madness and talk about "brackets" all month. (Last time I checked, a bracket was the key directly to the right of the "P" on my keyboard.)
St. Patrick's day is coming up...the best day to pull the whole, "Yea, I'm 1/8 Irish." But really, I am. (I like John Mayer's take on it.)
Spring will officially be here in 20 days.
Which means Spring Break will soon be here.
Which means that all the lean cuisines will be gone at the grocery store and it will be impossible to find a machine to use in the gym.
But one of my favorite things about spring is the whole idea of birth/rebirth.
Yea, I'm a nerd. I think about those things. But it's true. I mean, obviously, all of the flowers bloom, all of the birds come out to sing again, all of the cute baby animals are born, and everyone starts having really bad allergy attacks. Cool, those have been a part of spring since God created it that way (well, maybe not the last one). But it's a time for a fresh start. We get to begin another season of life. This spring, I'm ready.

Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee
God of glory, Lord of love
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee
Opening to the sun above
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness
Drive the dark of doubt away
Giver of immortal gladness
Fill us with the light of day

All Thy work with joy surround Thee
Earth and heaven reflect thy rays
Stars and angels sing around Thee
Center of unbroken praise
Field and forest, vale and mountain
Chanting bird and flowing fountain
Call us to rejoice in Thee

Mars, the Roman god of war, for whom March was named

snowfall

classes are cancelled. everyone is outside playing. college kids are building snowmen and starting snowball fights. hot chocolate and s'mores are nearby. slow jazz is playing. murder she wrote is on. snow days are the besttttt.