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Rad. That word has definitely made a comeback this year, right? I remember in the 80s when all the older kids would use it, but by the time I teenaged in the 90s, it was a throwback to those past neon, hairspray-full years, and
sweet, very, and
cool were in. I hope it doesn't make the rounds like
deck did in the aughts and then disappear (or maybe that wasn't such a bad thing...). Basically because I adore this old photo I found on
Pinterest:
Maybe the resurgence is in small part to the
Color Me Rad 5k charity run that's been slowly making its way around the states this year and was finally in Austin this past weekend. My sister and I ran it as part of her birthday weekend celebrations. At different intervals throughout the course, all the runners are bombarded with dyed cornstarch and colored water. I got kapowed with a bunch of blue, which explains my
Smurfette-like face below.
My sister's rad hands
Generally a bit radder post-race (note the RAD temporary tattoo)
Sisterly radness
Some words of advice for those considering the run: Keep running at the end! So many color bombs start flying, it's hard to see a few inches in front of your shades. But if you keep moving, everything will be fine.