Imagine a three-day race in which participants (both male and female) walk/run 30 miles wearing pink tutus, wigs, angel wings, knee high socks, sweat bands, beaded necklaces and fake tattoos. A race without a clock or drenched in competition, but rather people laughing, talking and even dancing in sync with anyone from close friends and family members to complete strangers. A race that, in the end, leaves you replenished rather than exhausted. Such a race exists here in the Lowcountry. It’s called Pledge the Pink. Click here to read on.