Every once in a while, I get this strange urge to be wild and crazy.
Not like “drinking,” “partying,” “can’t-remember-what-my-name-is” kind of crazy. I mean foamy, muddy, silly wild and crazy.
I mean this…
I can’t even begin to tell you what kind of rush I got out of doing the latest Boston 5k Foam Fest. It was like being a kid again, when the slide is just ginormous and the monkey bars are terribly scary (but you can’t wait to tell mom that you made it all the away across!)
This was literally a giant playground. For grownups.
(I like to think that it was kind of like a spa day, really. Girl friends. Mud. Exfoliation. All that luxurious stuff.)
There were mud pits.
30 ft. slip and slides.
8 ft. walls.
Lots and lots of foam.
Sometimes life is too clean. Too structured. Too orderly.
Sometimes it feels good to be a kid.
Sometimes it feels good to get filthy clean.
QUESTION: When is the last time you felt “like a kid”? I’m such a kid at heart! I love running through puddles, getting a little messy and being silly. Especially when I’m in good company.