Not too many people stayed for it, anyway.Īwards were given out to the first over-all zombie and human finishers, the zombies with the most kills, and best costume male and female adult and children. The awards ceremony was pretty disorganized, and rushed. The temperature was barely above freezing, so a nice hot cup of coffee from Mudhouse was exactly what this school girl zombie needed after the race. I don’t really know why, but I always think it’s a lot of fun to run through town wearing a costume. The race course is hilly, which I think is perfect for a Halloween themed race (more of a trick than a treat). The race shirts this year said “zombies love fast food”, which I thought was pretty clever. Ninety seconds later, the zombies are let loose, to try to catch and kill the humans (by collecting their ribbons).

They all have red ribbons taped to their backs. We had some time to kill while we were waiting for the race to start, so we took some goofy pictures.Īnd then met up with all our fellow zombies at the starting line. I was randomly given bib #420, which really should have gone to my hippie husband.

Sunday morning, we got to the race pretty early because we still needed to register. We washed our costumes, and then stained them with tea and ripped them up. And finished our shopping at the Halloween Store, where Kurt got a wig and some sunglasses. We stopped at Target and picked up some knee socks and hair ribbons for me. Kurt found a Grateful Dead shirt and decided to be a hippie. I went in search of a white button down shirt. Right away, I found a plaid skirt and decided I’d be a school girl zombie. We went to Goodwill to look for costumes. As soon as I got home, I told Kurt I’d run with him if he still wanted to do it. It hurt, but not nearly bad as it had a few weeks ago, or even just two days ago. I rested on Friday, and tried to run again on Saturday. I told him he could run, but he said that wouldn’t be any fun.

I told him I really didn’t think so, since I hadn’t even been able to run 1/4 mile that morning. That night, Kurt asked if I thought I’d be able to do the Zombies 5K. Running hurt, so I rode the stationary bike instead. My back pain had pretty much gone away, until I tried to run. I tried to run on the treadmill at the gym, but stopped after only a quarter of a mile. The Thursday before the race, it had been almost two weeks since I’d run. After I got back from the Zooma Half Marathon, I did something to my back. This year, however, it didn’t look like we’d be running. Kurt and I have run this race for the past two years.

Danger zombies run