So a few weeks ago, I got to run from zombies. I’ve always been afraid of zombies, pod people, or any instance of the entire world turning against you. I’m not sure what that says about me, but the sense of hopelessness that comes with a zombie apocalypse is just creepy.
When I heard about a 5k where you get to run from zombies, I went all in. I guess I’m a conquer your fears type girl. I’m also the type of person that likes to drag others in with me. I pestered a few friends until they signed up, and off to run from the zombies we went.
The weather was abysmal. It was wet, and muddy. I can’t even describe HOW muddy. There were puddles deeper than I am. It was like… A swamp. It was ridiculous. There was no running. Zombies ate me and my friends within the first three obstacles. Luckily, by flirting with zombies, you can sometimes get a flag back. Apparently getting soaked and covered in mud from head to toe is a good look for me, because no one ever flirts with me outside of mud soaked zombie invasions. Maybe it just takes an apocalypse?
I climbed up unstable rope net things, was helped over a really tall hay bale…. by a zombie. Swam across a lake, and slid down a mud slide. I had a blast, and I’ll do it again next year.
One thing I did learn from the experience though, I would not survive in the event of a zombie apocalypse. I need more training. Fortunately, there’s an app for that. I downloaded zombies run! And now run to the sound of zombies chasing me every day. One day I might be fast enough to survive.