Sydney Color Run

My first ever color run was in mid-April in Melbourne, and the next one was in mid-August in Sydney. My experience between these two Color Run events was as different as day and night and here’s why…


The Melbourne Night Color Run was held on one of the coldest and wettest autumn nights. I don’t know who was the ‘genius’ behind the schedule, but on that day I felt like kicking their ass. It took extra willpower to brave the windy rain and join the queue at the start line. In the end, when we reached home pneumonia-less, it felt really good to have stuck through it.

Meanwhile, we couldn’t ask for better weather during the Sydney Tropical Color event. It was a sunny and warm morning which put everyone in a good mood. The vibe was absolutely positive. The only downside was me coming back to Melbourne a shade darker.

Melbourne 0 – Sydney 1


The chill air during Melbourne Night Color Run forced us to run, or at least we did short jogs/fast walks. So, essentially, we did some sort of exercise.

Meanwhile, the warm morning for the Sydney Tropical Color Run had the opposite effect on me. I just wanted to soak it all in and enjoy the lovely day with my BFF. We walked, talked, and did a little bit of stalking (more on that below).

Melbourne 1 – Sydney 0


My favorite part of Melbourne Night Color Run was the dedicated music section where people happily danced with soap bubbles floating in the air and fun songs blasting in the background. Unfortunately, the Sydney Tropical Color Run didn’t have this section at all. Boooo…

On the other hand, it had a free photo booth with lots of props that we could use which was crazy fun. Jig and I went and got our unshowered faces printed on the photo strips. Twice.

Melbourne vs. Sydney – it’s a tie


The initial plan was to wear the pink tutu I got in the Melbourne Night Color Run pack to Sydney Tropical Color Run, but I completely forgot about it. Damn! Still, I was excited that the Sydney Tropical Color Run pack came with a lei, a headband, and a cooler designed t-shirt, which I am going to wear together with the tutu in my next marathon.

Melbourne vs. Sydney – it’s also a tie           


You guys, I met the Grinch’s cousin, the blue lady. She stood near the finish line of the Sydney Tropical Color Run. She looked ecstatic, or terrifying, depending on the way you wished to see her. Not that she would care about what you thought of getup. She clearly was having a great time while refusing to squirt the blue powder on anyone who was not a toddler.

Melbourne (without the creepy Blue Lady) vs. Sydney (supporting the happy Blue Lady) another tie score

You might have started assuming that the post would end with a tie in score between Melbourne and Sydney but no, not really, because the Sydney Tropical Color Run had something else, which was… ding…ding…ding…


No matter how profoundly my BFF refuses, I have taken it upon myself to play Cupid in her life. The thing is that unlike the usual matchmaker who understands that the most basic duty is to find common ground between two people, I choose her prospect men without any basis. My MO is to find a man in a crowd (preferably Indian), point him out to her, and start planning their dates, wedding menu, and honeymoon destination.

This time it was this brown man who came with a mixed group of friends which, in my eyes within minutes, made him a 1) fun, 2) athletic, 3) open-minded, and 4) full of prospects person. I teased her about him, and she gave me a disappointed “why are friends, again?” look. This kept going on for a long time since we had to wait in the queue for our batch to run and the guy, my future friend-in-law, was standing right in front of us. You tell me if you don’t think it was destiny??

Melbourne 0 – Sydney 1 (or 100 if they ever meet again in the future )

Night Color Run Melbourne

Guess who did the happiest 5k marathon yesterday? Me!

I found out about The Color Run Night – Get Ready to Glow in Melbourne the day I landed here and quickly signed us up. I wanted to keep up the momentum of these happiest 5k events. Starting from last year’s Music Run in Jakarta and now with the unusual nighttime run, there was no way we were not attending the color run event, even though I couldn’t run to save my life and it’s almost winter here in Melbourne.

I might be one of the laziest people you will ever meet on this planet, though even while saying that, I did train for the night color run. I have been running for the past two weekends, around our neighborhood and in the botanical garden to build my strength. By running I mean I ran for like 5 minutes before stopping to do duck watching or grab a coffee in the neighborhood coffee shop for the next 10 minutes before continuing the same cycle five to six times. I also have been fast walking to the train station and later from the station to my office building.

On the color run day, I had a very yummy breakfast and bought cheap running pants from Target, just in case it could be ruined by all the colors; I love Target btw. I even slept in the afternoon to preserve my energy. In short, I didn’t want to be completely unprepared for the color run.

Apparently, I still came unprepared, at least if I compared myself with the other attendees who came with hardcore face paints and colorful tutus. One even came to her wedding dress.

We got there at 6 PM, close to the event starting time, and the queue for check-in was super long so we didn’t have time to roam around the field to get coffee nor buy the super cool hairband with the words Color Run written on it. Once we checked-in, we had just enough time to grab our packages, change into a pink tutu (only me), and join another queue, the runners’ queue.

By that time, it started to rain, not heavily, but so damn windy and damn cold. I was practically shivering. At that moment, seeing the hashtag #Happiest5k on my number tag (I was #24321) felt like a cruel joke. Oh man, in any other circumstance I would have been in bed, curling up inside my blanket with hot milk but not this time. This time I had to be an adult. The I-have-already-paid-for-this-and-I-am-keeping-the-damn-momentum kind of adult.

And I did it. Well, by did I mean I ran for like 5 minutes before starting to walk, in my defense, it was a fast walk throughout the night in the rain, so gimme a break.

During the run, walk I mean, we passed by a few color stops where they threw glow-in-the-dark colors on us and high-fived us for reaching this stage. There were blue, pink, yellow, and green sections. These were the best parts of the color run. People got super excited when they got color thrown on them, and some of them even laid down on the floor to bask in it.

My favorite part, though, was the snow where they blew huge soap bubbles into the air with a cannon looking machine. People, no matter what their age was, went gaga here. Another fun part was the dancing with soap bubbles floating in the air everywhere with dance music blasting in the background. It was super fun to watch and experience.

Towards the end, people started to cheat by finding a shortcut to the exit. Surprisingly, I didn’t want to. I felt pumped from the run, okay fast walk, and was happy to do the full 5k. That time, it felt like a #Happiest5k indeed.

I was expecting a medal when we reached the finish line, but instead they gave me a pack of color powder. What was I supposed to do with it after the run? That was a little disappointing, and I seriously thought they should pump up with the music. Running in silence, on a cold, rainy night with a bunch of strangers seemed a little depressing, especially when you couldn’t see the next stop of the color run.

The best scenario would be mixing the music run and the color run into one big event. There you go, one day people will thank me for this brilliant idea.

Meanwhile, I have decided to participate in the Color Run Tropicolor in Sydney, 125 days from now, solely based on the Tropi kit that they are giving. It looks cool, and I will finally have the headband I wanted so much. Now, I just need to convince Jik to do it with me.