Color Run: Mission Accomplished.

Gabby and I registered for our first Color Run months ago. (We even tried to get others to join in, but the timing was only good for the two of us.) On Friday night, we were out late. On Saturday night, we were up late. And then, at 5:45 on Sunday morning, I dragged my carcass out of bed to get the two of us downtown, thinking “Oh my God I hope this is fun and that Gabby thinks so, too– because I’m soooo tiiiiired…”

I’ve run a lot of different races, both standard-issue and themes of various types. And this was one of the most fun events I have ever participated in, mainly because of Gabby. She has the kind of personality that lights up any occasion, and she certainly rose to the challenge of this race. “Did she run the whole thing?” several people have asked. –With the exception of about a minute (when her arm was tired from holding it out to slap five with every other runner on the course) she did run the whole thing, my little Irish dancer with the rock-hard legs and the hours of cardio each day. All of this– the hand-slapping, the running, the having fun anytime, anywhere– all of this I anticipated.

This bonus I hoped for, but did not expect: Gabby’s total joy in being a runner in this event. She loved pushing herself hard when she got tired. She loved the camaraderie with the other runners. She loved the silly fun of the color, of throwing handfuls of pink and green and purple dust at one another. I put her on my shoulders at the after-party, where she won over the crowd all around us with her excitement (she went home with so many extras, gifts from people couldn’t resist how much fun she was having). And she ruled Starbucks afterward– splattered with color everywhere, a spot of bright in a sea of neutral– chattering happily with the other customers who were asking her all about her experience. On our way home, I turned onto the on-ramp to our town and she said, “Awwwwww.” I said, “What’s the matter?” and fell in love with her again at her reply: “I’m just disappointed that we’re almost home.”

My head is filled with images of Gabby and I, running together in the years to come. How much I would love that, I cannot explain. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with an image that another runner offered to text me, explaining, “I just had to take a picture of your daughter. I’ve never seen someone so happy to be at a race.”

Well, to be honest: I might have given Gabby a run for her money.

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