Sometimes Greg doesn't have good ideas

Today I ran in Johnny's Irish Pub's "Run Like Hell" 5K race. It's a fundraiser for cystic fibrosis that they've done each of the past 10 years. They do it around Halloween and encourage people to run in costume. Prizes are given for individual costumes, as well as team costumes. Some of the winners this year were Hugh Hefner and his Playboy bunnies, a chain gang of five that actually ran the whole race tied together with their hands behind their backs, and a guy that ran the entire race in a Darth Vader mask (may the sweat be with you). Greg, Charity, and I ran together, and thought for a couple weeks about what our team costumes should be. Some of our ideas were Mario, Luigi, and Princess Toadstool; Castro, Ahmadinejad, and Kim Jong Il; and the Blue Man Group. I thought Blue Man Group would've worked well - basically black sweatsuits with blue face paint. But in the end Greg was deadset on running as the "office staff," with the three of us wearing suits to run. We went to Goodwill the night before to pick our suits. We all found gray suits, and I wore a pink shirt and tie under mine. I could sense the oncoming disaster as I paid $14 for my Johnny Carson special. I sweat a lot wearing shorts and no shirt. So you can imagine me wearing a tie around my neck and three layers, the top of which is entirely non-breathable. I felt some hope the morning of the race. It was overcast and in the low 50's, raining off and on. But sure enough, by race time, the sun came out and the temperature was in the 60's. Most other people were in costume, but wearing something reasonable for running. As we ran the 5K together, bystanders would see us and laugh at our costumes, like they did with everyone else. But there was always some comment following the laugh, remarking at how bad of an idea it must be to run 3.12 miles in a suit. I agree. By the end, I smelled like an awful combination of old, musty library books and a sweaty gym sock. Here are some before and after pictures.