If you were to ask me, “Elizabeth, do you like zombies?” my answer would be firmly and solidly “fuck, no.” I’m phobic of blood. I am prone to panic. I hate horror films. I still hide behind my hands during parts of 28 Days Later. Don’t even get me started with Dawn of the Dead: never finished it.
Knowing this, you might follow up by asking, “then why in hell do you spend so much time doing stuff that has to do with zombies?”
Know thy enemy, my friend. (Also, it’s helpful training. You see, my closest circle of friends apparently have a location where they will go if there ever is a zombie apocalypse. They also all have given each other helpful zombie killing weapons. I do not yet have a weapon nor do I know the location of said safehouse. I hope, with these efforts, I shall someday earn my place in their apocalypse plan.)
This brings me to today’s zombie topic: Run For Your Lives, a 5K obstacle course (complete with zombies.) About two years ago, I found out about RFYL online. It was a pretty obscure event back then with very few locations, but I was immediately excited about the challenge. I’d just gotten into running (I was going to write “hardcore running” but since I max out at 5 miles, I know I’m not hardcore. I mean “hardcore” as in “I was running 5ish times a week and that made me feel like a badass.”) I vowed to participate in RFYL as soon as it came to an area near me.