If I had to describe the Zombie Run in one word, it would be "meh". It wasn't horrible, it wasn't great, it stood idly in the middle of both. Last night my husband and I ventured into this type of race for the first time thinking it would be fun. The actual course led us through extremely narrow paths filled with zombies grabbing at your life strings dangling from your waist. You are given three at the beginning of the run. The paths would then clear giving you a break. It was somewhat boring and the decor was limited. Some zombies had great make-up and others did not. At one point, the path turned towards the ocean and narrowed to a few feet and the zombies duplicated. A giant 6'4" man trying desperately to get away from a zombie pushed me so hard I flew into the water and landed my gorgeous pair of $150 Brooks and me into the ocean water. Needless to say, I was upset. I removed my last life string and put it in my pocket because I was trying to get out of the water and had about 5 zombies waiting for me hissing and growling and all I could think about was that my running shoes were drenched in salt water and filled with sand. As I walked out of the ocean, the zombies left me alone and I had to stop for a few minutes to let the water seep out of shoes. I considered removing them to get the sand out but there was no way I could put my socks on again after that so I just went on.
The course was not calculated correctly so it wasn't a 5K after all which I normally wouldn't mind if it were not for the fact I was walking around in soaked shoes with lots of sand in them. I ran calmly and stopped to take lots of pictures of what I thought were the best zombies and made the best out of it. To every bad, there is a good. After all, it was date night for my husband and myself so we left the run and ended up having a great dinner and a great time.
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