Have you ever heard of the song, "I've got the magic"? If not look it up, its an oldie but a goodie. That is what I have playing in my head as I look through my photos from this morning. Don't ask me why; the song has nothing to do with this mornings activity, yet it somehow fits. If it's not already obvious from the pictures, T and I participated in the Color In Motion 5K run. We showed up at 9 on our bicycles with our crisp white shirts, colorful sunglasses and our packets of color. There were so many white specs walking around, while some were overly anxious and already decked out in color. It was magic. All of it was magic. The color, the music, the people. That is just the best way to describe all of it. The race wasn't timed, and there were two different heats, so we jogged our way pausing briefly to be sprayed with color at random check points. The after party was just as magical with color everywhere, and people jumping, dancing to the music. After three color throws and over a 100 pictures later we rode back home on our bikes head to to in pinks, purples, blues, greens, yellows, and oranges. It was glorious. 

The after affects where pink shirts, pink hair, pink foreheads, pink arms, legs, and purple boogers.