Zombie 5K

 So this morning a Catholic priest solemnly uttered a holy benediction to a congregation of runners made up to resemble long dead cemetary escapees.

If this fundamental component was conspicuously absent from your last 5K, then you better come to your senses, mister, and shake your head with regret over the fact that you just missed the 2008 Shaun Luu Zombie 5K.

I am not even kidding when I tell you that said priest, in priestly garb complete with collar, addressed us as “My brother and sister zombies.” Although the priest’s role in today’s event initially seemed very odd, it all began to make perfect sense when I remembered Mr.Mooses’s firmly held conviction that Jesus was a zombie!! It’s true! Think about it:  Years of Catholic school left me not just with a severe aversion to plaid clothing, but with the knowledge that Jesus rose from the dead, and if that is not the text book definition of zombie-ism then I don’t care to know what is.

At the start of the run, M.,  J., BoyMoose and I shambled off in true zombie fashion with a veritable hordeof fellow runners. (When I write ”horde”, remember, please, that I am the resident of an itsy, bitsy nearly invisible town, so think not of thousands, but more like a number more than 32 but fewer than 36.) We zombie runners were sporting a LOT of face paint which, given the heat, ran faster than we did. 

The best thing about this run: 

Very awesome t-shirt. (What’s not to lurve about a running zombie with half his brain exposed, sporting bib #13?)

The worst thing about this run:

The realization that this will be our last Team Yonker run for who knows how long. (If I haven’t written yet about M.’s imminent departure, it’s only because it makes me too sad to think about it.)