Picking up from yesterday –
At some point, I stopped off at this place to grab a little food, and I saw this man outside just decked out in Donald Trump gear. Oh no. Where am I, and how was I transported here?
Thankfully, he was merely part of a stag party and was wearing it for a laugh. Phew! (Why would I imagine for even one second that anyone in England would actually like Trump?)
I went inside and asked how long food took, and it was gonna take 25 minutes, so I was leaving to go back on the course when the guys said, “no no no. Stay with us!” So I did. I ordered some food and took a beak hanging out with this stag party.
The food was exceptional. The company was hilarious. And soon enough, I was on my way.
They pointed me in the correct direction, and then I reached this area that kind of had this out and back loop-y stuff of the half marathon. And I wanted to make sure I didn’t go miles out of my way.
So, I asked a spectator nearby if she could tell me which way was which on the map. And then, because it became confusing as to why I’d wanna know that if I was some random person, I just blurted out that I was trying to find a friend in the race.
She was being so helpful like, “oh, I have the tracker app! What’s your friend’s bib number!”
“I uh… I don’t know.”
“That’s okay. What’s their name?”
“I’m sorry, could you just tell me which way is the right way to be on the path to the finish?”
“Well, let’s just see where your friend is! Maybe they haven’t passed this point yet.”
And this is why you don’t lie, kids!
You find yourself in a very uncomfortable weird semi-non-argument with a person trying to be so nice.
And I totally, by this point, didn’t think I could say I was in the half.
Eventually her and her friends just told me the path that led to the finish (not the turnaround), and I’m sure they thought I was SO weird (and they so have every right to).
And I kept moving forward.
When I was coming in at the end, I felt bad because the crowd was *electric,* and I just wanted to be like, “you probably shouldn’t be cheering this enthusiastically for me when I run by you, as I have walked until this point and I’m only doing 13.1.”
I’m sure all the marathoners loved it! Go them! That energy was dope.
And then, that was it. Half marathon complete.
I had one more day in Liverpool, and I’ll talk about that soon!