Color me bad

Thank you for your patience during my brief hiatus from blogging last week, and thank you even more for the kind words you left by way of comments and Facebook messages. Saying goodbye to Papaw wasn't easy, but I am so thankful to be a part of Clayton's extended family and to even have the opportunity to lose something I love.

As ridiculous as it sounds, this past week I kept thinking about an old episode of South Park and something very poignant (albeit weird when you consider that this show is built around fart and poop jokes) Butters, the show's daffy but lovable goof with a heart of gold, said after being dumped by his first girlfriend. When another character finds him crying on the sidewalk, he asks Butters how he can still love life despite being heartbroken.

I dwelled on his response all week:

Well yeah, and I'm sad, but at the same time I'm really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It's like, it makes me feel alive, you know? It makes me feel human. And the only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt somethin' really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good, so I guess what I'm feelin' is like a, beautiful sadness. I guess that sounds stupid. 


It doesn't sound stupid because it describes exactly how I feel about losing Papaw. I'm beyond sad that he's gone and will forever wish I could have just one more of his giant bear hugs or one more chance to talk to him about my running, but at the same time I feel so blessed that I even knew him. I could not ask for a better extended family, and while I'm mourning his loss right alongside Clayton and his family, I'm deeply grateful just to be a part of it.

As long-time readers of this blog already know, I lost my maternal grandmother and grandfather a couple of years back and no one in my immediate family was asked to participate in their memorial services. In fact, when Nana passed away in the winter of 2010, extended family members called and said "You don't have to bother coming to the funeral". Not being a part of my grandparents' final goodbyes was devastating, and I can't even begin to describe the warmth or pride I felt when Clayton's mom asked me do a reading at Papaw's funeral. When I got up in the front of the church to read my assigned scripture, I wasn't nearly as nervous as I thought I'd be. I was too overcome with thankfulness and love for this family to let my silly nerves get in the way.

In honor of Papaw, I've decided to dedicate my sprint triathlon race to his memory. :)

After going through the viewing and funeral late last week, I wasn't sure I was up for heading to Indianapolis on Saturday morning to participate in the Color Run I signed up for a number of months ago. However, Clayton and I ultimately decided that we were well overdue for something fun and we both knew Papaw wouldn't want me to skip a race on account of him.

The Color Run took place at The Lawn at White River State Park on a picturesque morning. Thousands of people gathered in plain white t-shirts and prepared to run an un-timed 3.5 mile course through several "color" stops that consisted of volunteers tossing colored powder onto passerby. By the time we passed through the powdery, colorful haze of the finish line, every single runner looked like Willy Wonka's factory had exploded all over their faces and bodies.

The group before the race. I'm not mad at how tan my legs look.

Triathlon buddies.

I ran the race with a couple of work friends and we called ourselves Picasso's Prodigies (because we're awesome like that). I ran side-by-side with Abby and Courtney, the other brave soul who will be participating in August's sprint triathlon with me. By the time we got to the "pink" section of the course at the last mile, I wasn't too happy with how much white was still visible on my shirt. It was here that the three of us dropped to the ground and rolled in the excess pink powder on the road.

Abby and I looking festive after the run!
My adorable sister and I. 
Always photogenic. 

I was happy to have my hubby, mom and sister waiting for me at the finish line. It means the world to me that the three of them wake up early and always make it to my big races (and Clay has never missed a single one!), and no matter how hard they tried to avoid it, all three had a little bit of color on them, too. :)

Two days after the race, I'm still finding blue powder on my Qtips and that means either the colored powder is so deeply embedded into my nooks and crannies that I may never get it out, or I'm just really bad at bathing myself.

I'm probably just really bad at bathing myself.

I hope everyone had a good weekend, and I look forward to getting back into the swing of things this week. Stay tuned for another announcement in the next few days!


  1. It was great to see you after the race. I was so excited that you stopped by and spent some time with us. I can't wait to set up that cards night!

  2. LOVE the photos. <3 I'm sorry for your loss, but it sounds like it was a wonderful celebration of life.


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