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?
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!