Mystery Day - Light up the night

Here's a riddle. On Saturday night I found myself in a sea of fluro and I wasn't anywhere near a mine site. I was at a dance party puffing, but I wasn't dancing. 

Where was I?

Mystery Moles struck again. Ms Lou made up light up the night at the Neon Run, a 5km dance party.

Mystery Moles

Little did she know she was also helping me start number 47 on my 101 in 1001 - participate in five fun runs.

And jog we did. The girls said we only jogged half of it. In my chest-aching, feet hurting, legs cramping, unfit haze I'm convinced we jogged and danced two thirds of it. At least.

Apparently Perth had the biggest attendance so far with 7,700 pulsing pumpers jogging around Claremont Showgrounds.

Dressed in neon Ke$ha-esque best and with a pre-drink from the 18+ area in our bellies we were ready to get jiggy and start jogging. Through the neon loops like Rocky Balboa we went and made out way around the circuit through four dance zones - rock, pop, disco and house.

As my energy started to lag, I'd be pumped up as I approached each zone. My ears were happy, my arms started pumping. My legs started jump-skipping. My heart was racing. I was thinking, I can do this!

I would've liked to dance a bit more in the zones. Especially the Disco Zone with its arches and disco ball lights, or the House Zone in the giant warehouse, which reminded me of festivals I'd been to in Europe.

 

As you weave around the circuit with every volunteer encouragingly shouting 'You're almost half way'... (seriously... half way happens once people, not four times), you see the awesome sight of neon lights and strobes streaming around.

 

Sweaty but feeling smug from the run we jogged through the final rings like Olympians.... and headed straight for the bar and to dance some more.

Actually, there was no dancing. Though we could have if we wanted to. We are feeling everyone of our years and past nights out. We cramped. We creaked. We stiffened. We headed into Claremont for a quieter drink, only to have our ears pillaged by awful noise. Yes. Yes I sound like our grandparents.

It could be the adrenaline. It could be the smugness of running on a Saturday night. Or it could be the eat. But I am feeling high on life and loving myself sick. Neon Run, you are a winner.

I'd say it is another mystery closed. Well played Ms Lou. Well played.

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