I subscribe to the philosophy, "Anything worth doing is
worth over-doing."
When I signed up in July for my third Run Santa Run 5K, I opted to run in the new costume - a Christmas
tree. The race fee includes a shirt and hat/headgear to fit each costume. The event, held the first Saturday of December in Madison, draws a large crowd to Capitol Square.
Other costume options included elf, reindeer or Santa. I ran as a
reindeer my first year. In my second, I tried snowman. Each year I embellished
a bit, adding a blinking red nose to play Rudolph and a snowman print dress, snowman
jingle bell earrings, a scarf and an orange (carrot) nose my second time out.
Inspired by the creative costumes of others from my first two years of participating, I decided to bring
it this year.
I went full Christmas tree.
Or as close as I could get.
Who knew that the brown leggings I sought (to represent a tree
trunk) would be so hard to find?
I opted for candy cane striped socks.
Or that the race shirt for the tree costume would be white?
I opted for candy cane striped socks.
Or that the race shirt for the tree costume would be white?
I bought a tree costume online, complete with a gold star on top and
round "ornaments." Then I added gold garland and two battery operated
LED light strings.
I secured the garland and lights to the costume with safety pins, and stuffed the
star topper with plastic bags to try to keep it upright. Wearing the tree hat included with the race package also helped me keep it up. I wormed my way into the costume, asked for help from my friend to adjust it and turned on the light packs.
When one appears in public dressed up, the best option is
to just own it. I smiled and greeted those who smiled back.
We swapped holiday greetings or I thanked them for complimenting my costume. I accepted high fives, and loved it when another race participant, passing me on State Street long after the run ended, told me, "You won today." A barista at Starbucks, where we stopped for a post-race refreshment, told me that I really knew how to light up a room. My favorite reactions came from children. Their eyes would get wide, and some would tug on their mom or dad's hand to point me out. I received a few shy smiles, a some cute little waves. I distributed holiday-themed wristbands to children participating in the race.
We swapped holiday greetings or I thanked them for complimenting my costume. I accepted high fives, and loved it when another race participant, passing me on State Street long after the run ended, told me, "You won today." A barista at Starbucks, where we stopped for a post-race refreshment, told me that I really knew how to light up a room. My favorite reactions came from children. Their eyes would get wide, and some would tug on their mom or dad's hand to point me out. I received a few shy smiles, a some cute little waves. I distributed holiday-themed wristbands to children participating in the race.
There are those who pretended not to see me, and I suspect they
may be inured to the spectacles common to State Street.
State Street offers such an amazing window on humanity,
bringing together people of different races, ethnicities, gender identification,
spiritual beliefs and more.
There are coffee bars, candy stores, shops offering funky and
unique items, and great bars and restaurants offering cuisines not found in the
small town where I live. One also runs into people who are down on their luck,
too many who appear to live on the street.
So when several thousand people showed up in costume for a fun run, they fit right in.
Now, I acknowledge that part of my personality is attention seeking.
It falls in with my horoscope sign- Leo. That side of my personality wars with my inner introvert, who would prefer to be a wallflower (or just stay home and read.)
Fourteen years at my former job helped me tamp down that more introverted side and learn to embrace meeting new people. I still talk to strangers, offering sincere compliments.
Fourteen years at my former job helped me tamp down that more introverted side and learn to embrace meeting new people. I still talk to strangers, offering sincere compliments.
I've battled depression and anxiety for most of my life.
Accepting that faulty brain chemistry causes many of my emotional swings helps.
So do the meds that help keep those swings on more of an even keel. I learned
to accept and love myself and all my quirks, and discovered the best weapon
when fighting darkness.
Light.
I embrace the weird, and try to find ways to bring smiles. I soak in positive energy and do my best to radiate it back out as joy.
Happy Holidays!
