Maybe we’ve found our next weight loss scheme . . .

For the cheap price of only $87.00 you can enter something called “Run For Your Lives”.  I know you think that’s a marathon or something and it kind of is, except, not really.  I also know you’re wondering how in the world I or Amylynn know anything about an event that involves a physical activity.  Generally, you’d be right and we wouldn’t be even remotely insulted, after all, the Sisters are not known for their athletic abilities or interest. 

Run For You Lives is about running away from zombies.  That’s right; you can pay your good hard earned money to RUN.  At first, I thought this was stupid but then I changed my mind.  Stay with me here . . . most people don’t like to run but they say if you can run a 12 minute mile you’re in excellent shape. You have to admit that running away from something, like say zombies, would be much more motivating than say running for absolutely no reason what-so-ever on the side of the road at dawn before work like an idiot?  Right?

Here’s what you do: Runners wade through pools of fake blood, duck under electrified wires and try to avoid letting zombies steal their “health flags” worn on a belt around the waist (How funny is that? If we could get a belt around out waists we wouldn’t need to run from zombies.).  A runner with no flags left is ruled dead—or is it undead?—and isn’t eligible for awards at the end of the five-kilometer (That sounds like a lot of kilometers, doesn’t it?) race. Crossing the finish line alive is no small feat: Only about 20% of racers make it with at least one of their three flags left.

We think, if you do all of that, it would be quite a work out.  Not wanting to try this on our own, we’re no trail blazers, we want one of you to give it a shot and report back – we’ll pay the $87.00 if you send us photos of you along with your report on how it went.  Here’s what we want to know, are the wires really electrified and are the “awards” some type of snack?

Comments by Amylynn – I am way more interested in paying the $25.00 and getting to be a zombie. The race people will do your make up with prosthetics and blood and everything. Then you only have to run if a “live” runner comes into your territory. And you get beer.

Beer.

Here’s the main point of my interest in this story. The two 20-something friends who started the company Reed Street Productions stand to make somewhere in the neighborhood of $18.8 million dollars this year organizing these races.  Can you freaking believe this?

Everyday I hate Bank of No Forks that much more.

Would you participate in these races? Are you a Zombie or a Lifer?