On Wednesday April 2, I came home from work to find something fluffy with four legs wandering around my house. Earlier in the day, my husband had hinted at getting me an early Easter present. Something to keep me company while he is working on the weekends. I had a feeling I knew what he was hinting at but I didn’t really think he would go through with it though.
I’m not sure how we will cope when the time comes to choose baby names. We really struggled to name him. I wanted something that would remind us of our wedding & honeymoon in America last year, so we finally settled on Harley (for the Harley Davidson my husband & his friends hired for the day). So meet Harley the Pomeranian.
Now comes coping with housebreaking (including toilet training) & the standard sit/stay routine. As this is my first dog (and first pet really, as fish & rabbits don’t need much looking after), I have no idea what I am doing or what to expect from Harley or my patience for that matter!. But I honestly think that toilet training will be the death of me. While I understand that plush carpet feels much better, it is an awful mess to clean up not to mention the possibility of stains & smells lingering.
Then there is the whimpering/yelps when he is alone in the laundry. Of a night & while we aren’t home, we put him in the laundry & shut the door. The first night wasn’t so great. I’m quite a light sleeper, it also generally needs to be dark & quiet for me to sleep. Since then, I have shut a few more doors of the house & can no longer hear him from my bed.
I had seen photos from The Color Run around the internet. So when I saw an ad for it on tv, I knew I had to sign up. That was in 2012. I’m glad to say I was a part of the first Australian Color Run, which also happened to be the first in the Southern Hemisphere.
Unfortunately, I missed out on the 2013 event as I was in America at the time. I signed up for the Grand Prix edition (at Albert Park Lake, the Formula 1 Melbourne Grand Prix track) by myself. But was secretly hoping to find someone to do the course with.
I found some friends that had also signed up, and we agreed to go in together. After some deliberation about costumes, we decided on wearing onesies. My brother had a monkey onesie from a onesie party last year, and I am sure he would let me borrow it. But the day before the event, my friend found some cheap white leggings for us instead. The colour would look great on the white, and it would save my brother’s poor monkey onesie from being destroyed.
There were no sleep-ins in my house that weekend because I still had to get into town and pick up my pack before the race start at 9 am. My friends picked me up at 6 am on the dot, and I changed into my white leggings in the car. We found a great free all day parking spot then made our way to the start line to collect our pack.
I was surprised to see the set up for the Grand Prix was already well underway. The barricades were already around the track, and the stands were taking shape. After picking up our packs and putting on our race gear, we walked back to the car to drop off jumpers and bags.
When we got back to the start, we lined up straight away hoping to be in the first wave of people released onto the course. By this stage, we had already walked about 1.5km going to the car and back. It was exciting to start at the pole position. We didn’t have to wait around too long either.
Once the event had started, there were a lot of people still arriving. I knew they there were just arriving because they were going in the opposite direction! A little way down the track there was a huge water truck spraying water over the road, and everyone went under it. Around the corner from that appeared to be the first colour station. There were a few flags and about ten people with what looked like commercial weed killer packs on their back spraying people. After going through that my white clothes had a slight blue tinge when I had been squirted. I began writing a letter of complaint in my head. Thinking that was how they had to do the colour because it was on the race track. Perhaps they didn’t get permission to use the coloured powder as normal.
Luckily it wasn’t long before I was able to scrap that mental complaint letter and skip through the pink colour station. Blasting Katy Perry, it was all fairy floss and lollypops.
Next up was the blue colour station, remember that 90’s song Blue by Eiffel 65? I came out the other side looking like half a smurf. Mostly because they only squirt colour at you from one side.
I got a nice free orange fake tan in the orange colour zone. There were a lot of people that rolled on the ground to cover themselves in orange. I decided against it because I didn’t want to be in anyone’s way.
There was another zone that surprised me: the bubble zone. It was quite magical, and I think everyone slowed down to walk through it. There were so many bubbles, and some of the photos turned out fantastic.
From the bubble zone to the finish line was quite a bit further than I anticipated. It was nice running up to the finish line with a stack of spectators waiting.
After I found my friends and we colour bombed each other with our colour packets we headed over to the stage for the finish festival. Not being close to the stage I wasn’t expecting to see much when they did the first colour throw. Boy, was I wrong! I think some people near me had a colour packet or two because I got drenched and closed my eyes and mouth just in time. It looks incredible though.
After the first colour throw, we decided to get out of there. It seemed like a long walk back to the car after that. I fell asleep for a little while on the way home. I was home in time for lunch and still had the rest of my Sunday to enjoy. But that’s another color run under my belt!