A quick note for anyone who doesn’t know: I am completely terrified by Zombies. I am getting over it though, I think. You see I am working on it. I have spent lots of time thinking though scenarios where Zombies would be able to exist, each more plausible than the one before. In an effort to “get over it” we (Me, Karl, and of course my ever gorgeous BF Forever Krysta) signed up for The Night of the Running Dead. We found out about the race way back in April, and we have been waiting with anticipation ever since then.
Really, the event was totally disorganized. These ladies danced in front of the main group of racers, where most of the racers couldn’t even see them. They danced for ten minutes, and while we all stood there, board. When the run finally started it was the worst 5k we have ever run. The majority of the run was up hill, 5-8% grade 80% of the run. The park was huge! Poor Krysta was pushing Karen, and it was a rough trail.
The way the run worked was 3:00, the survivors were out of the gate, 3:01, out came the zombies or “the infected.” There was also a 1 mile walk/creep n’ crawl that Karl signed up for.
So there we were. One minutes ahead, and at the back of the survivors pack. Struggling up the hill. We had run as far as we could we heard a loud yell/wailing of the group of zombies about to run. Then gun sounded, another round of yells, and I could see them. I began to run and my already elevated heart rate began to beat harder, but my best had been spent, they were going to get me. The group arrived what seemed immediately, and were able to overtake us. Sad, but it was a good experience for me.
I learned that I still need to loose like, 50 pounds and become a much better runner. Second I learned that I am DEAD if there is an Apocalypse. That knowledge somehow makes me less scared. Lastly, if there is an apocalypse, I hope I am exploded, and everyone I love is too, so that we can just go to the afterlife instead of living in hell. Maybe that is why I am not scared, because death is the better option.
We hung out for what seemed like hours waiting for the race results, and waiting for the raffle, which we didn’t win a thing from, to finish.