I don’t know what’s with me lately but August has somehow become “Run your Little Heart Out” month, I’m totally not complaining because I love races (especially the fun ones with themes and obstacles). This weekend, my sorority “Twin”, invited me to run a 5k with some of her friends. The theme of the run was zombie apocalypse so in all honesty I was actually kind of terrified. I mean, I’ve watched “The Walking Dead” once, and I think the whole situation was really unhealthy. I was weirdly drawn into the show, like I was SO interested, I wanted to know what happened and I had a million questions about the apocalypse scenario but at the same time I was really just freaking out and jumping every time I heard any little noise and in exchange having nightmares all night (let’s just say I don’t do well with scary movies).
I was pretty sure the Zombie Run was going to be the same and I actually really had to talk myself into doing it even after I paid because I was really worried it would be too scary. I realize now I might have been freaking out prematurely because there were definitely seven year olds running the race and they were just fine.
For those of you who are intrigued by the idea of living out your own apocalypse fantasies, I’d say go for it. Zombie runs are becoming a pretty big thing, at least that’s what the guy standing behind me in the registration line was telling his son, and I’m assuming said zombie lover knows what he’s talking about. The whole idea of the run was to stay alive, meaning that you wear a belt with three little balloons on it and you try not to let the zombies get your balloons. There were TONS of zombies on the course, and some were very aggressive. I “died” within the first 2 miles but then I found a balloon on the ground so I was able to pretend I was alive for a little longer (oh and you don’t have to stay “alive” to finish the race). It was really the most tiring 3.1 miles I’ve ever run because anytime there were zombies around we would sprint as fast as we could in order to avoid getting our brains eaten (wouldn’t you?!)
The rest of the weekend was spent packing for my move and helping my hoarder boyfriend organize his old bedroom at his parent’s house. Let’s just say it took a lot of talking to convince him to part with plastic juggling balls and deflated basketballs. Oh and I definitely stumbled upon some items from his teenage past that no girlfriend should ever have to see…or touch. There were strange moldy cookies, there were love letters from other girls, there were pictures of girls glued to his dresser (seems a little stalkerish to me too), there were burned cds labeled “Car Mix 5/11/2008 1:11 am) and yes, there was a dvd that I immediately dropped and screamed when it touched my innocent delicate princess fingers. Too much info? Well, welcome to the suffering that was my Sunday. I’ll be eaten by zombies over that nonsense any day.