Once again St Michaels Hospice put on a colour run on the Seafront of our beautiful town, so, since it is a really good cause, and it’s good fun, and it’s a 10min walk from my flat I decided to take part for the second year running, along with what seemed like half the people in Hastings that I know.
We all arrived pristine in our provided, white, colour the coast t-shirts, but we didn’t stay that way for long, as our race packs also included a couple of packets of paint powder and it didn’t take much time before people were busting them out and we were all getting a coating of multi-coloured paint.
After a considerable amount of time messing around, and a complete disregard for the warm-up, it was almost time to start. As we were gathering towards the start line, our good friend Chris Williams arrived, on crutches. He had fractured his ankle a couple of days before but decided at the last minuet to complete the fun run anyway, along with his beautiful wife Naomi and their eldest daughter. This is when a group of us decided we were all in this together, and that we would walk the 4km course with Chris and his family, and help where and when we could, team work all the way.
We made our way slowly up the seafront, the run taking you from the Stade, by the lifeboat station, along to Warrior Square and back again. There was a colour station on the beach each kilometre on the way out, and back again, and for each of these one of the boys gave Chris a piggy-back as shingle is not easy to negotiate on crutches.
At the half way point we were feeling the heat from the blazing sunshine, so we nipped off the beaten track into a little shop for a vital mid-race ice cream refreshment stop.
After we had re-fuelled, it was time to head back the way we had come, back along the seafront, in and out of the colour stations, getting more and more messy as we made our way back to the lifeboat station.
We ended up being one of the last groups back across the line, but we had had such a blast, and Chris had made it all the way with very little help, I couldn’t be prouder of my friend. Once back we took the paint packets we had left and joined in on the next “colour cloud”. We were counted down from the stage and then paint powder was flung in the air in all directions and a multi-coloured rain of powder was dropped on our heads.
After jumping around in the colour cloud we all started to go our separate ways, for me this meant joining up with my best friends Heidi and Garry as well as hubby Phil, and going for a quick dip in the sea to remove some of the paint before we went for a bite to eat then finally heading home for a much needed shower.
This was such a fun day, again, and for a really good local cause, and there is no doubt that if they run it again next year, we will all once again be gathered ready to get covered in paint powder, next August.