So what happens when in May you decide to sign up for a “color run” 5k that happens in October?
It won’t be until the day of the run that you will realize it is the same day as:
1) the day AFTER you took a hot yoga sculpt class for the first time (and hence you cannot walk 15 feet to say nothing of running 3.1 miles);
2) the football game for which your daughter is a cheerleader starts one hour after the START time of the race and the game is 30 minutes from where the run is located;
3) There will be TWO birthday parties for your oldest child, both of which are 30 minutes from your house and for which you will have to trek back and forth because you look like a muppets character and need to get to a shower in between;
4) There will also be a cocktail party for you and your husband at which you still look ridiculous with blue hands and a Happy tattoo on your arm
Who knew that when they say “color run”, they mean “this sh*t is going to turn your hair, nails, toes, fingers, butt crack and everywhere in between purple, pink, blue, yellow and colors of the rainbow that even Crayola hasn’t invented.” My underwear is still pink!!! Oh yeah, I said underwear! That sh*t got everywhere!!!!
Here’s what we learned when mommy’s inability to keep track of the children's schedule results in looking like THIS all day: