So, in my quest to continue on, I we in a 5k this weekend.
It was called the Zombie Chase, 5k.
It was out in the bad lands between Provo and Springville.
The weather was FREEZING that day, so we bundled up and headed out.

Oh my blue scarf. I say that because Karl lost it.
Also, I didn’t know that my number was upside down until two little boys told me half way through the race.

Starting….

There were all kinds of obsticles, like this giant gravel pile.

And this thing…

Then there were the zombies…I didn’t like it.

After jumping this fence, I got to pick up a paint gun and shoot a real person, dressed as a zombie.

While I was in the race, Karl headed back to the car to set Mirah down for a minute.

Almost to the end.

Decontamination tent.

Finish line!

Instead of a medal we got dog tags.

Mirah and I walking around and seeing the booths.

For such an expensive race, they really didn’t give us much. No fruit, or cookies. There were only these little tablespoon cups of pie and cups of water. There were a few little foods for sale. It was kind of lame. I don’t think I would do this race again. Especially not alone.