Zombie Bolt

Last weekend, Sam and I participated in a zombie bolt 5k.  For this particular race you could either run as a mortal or a zombie with the zombies trying to steal flags (think flag football) from the mortals.  Since I don't like the thought of someone chasing me, Sam and I signed up as zombies while our friends John and Heidi ran as mortals.  Originally, the bolter zombies (the kind we were, they had three different kinds) were supposed to run the entire 5k, but during the week leading up to the race, it was announced that we would only be running 80% (skipping the beginning, very middle, and end).  Oh well, we still decided to go enjoy the people watching.  Unfortunately, my phone bit the dust on Monday, so I have very limited pictures to document this glorious occasion.  When Heidi blogs about the race (hint, hint) I will link up to it so you can see her pictures.

We arrived prior to the race so I could have the professionals do my zombie make-up.  My only request was nothing too crazy since Joseph was with us and I wanted him to be able to recognize me.

I think it looked even creepier when I smiled.

Joseph went to the race with us and hung out with Heidi's mom and Evan while we all ran.  On the last leg of the race, we stopped where they were so we could help get Joseph back to the starting line.  Luckily, he wasn't too afraid of me.

Here is an actual conversation that took place that day as we were waiting to board a trolley that would drop Heidi's mom and the kids off where they needed to be (their daughter was participating in a certain area of the race, so Heidi's mom was going to hang out by that area with the boys) when I realized that I wouldn't have time to ride it all the way back before the race. 

Me (turning to the two couples in line next to us that we had talked to a little bit): What kind of zombies are you?

Them: Wanderers

Me: Awesome, she's a wanderer too (pointing to John and Heidi's daughter).  Is there any way that you can help her get the stroller off the trolley at the stop?  I will put it on, but I can't ride the trolley like I had planned.

Guy with his back to me as he turned around: Sure, as long as you don't mind a guy with blood in his beard thouching your baby's stroller.

Me (laughing): I think this is the only time that is acceptable. 

Needless to say, it was a day full of laughs that I will remember for a long time!