A thick yellow mist had descended and I was unable to make out much bar the ghostly white figures besides me, themselves clamouring to get out into the clear air once more. All of us disorientated and in one all too sudden moment, lost. I could hear my sister calling my name; I headed towards her urgent calls. As I did so the air became somewhat clearer, I could see barriers and people – people beyond the barriers! I kept running, noting the end in sight.
Suddenly a girl, covered head to toe in a dark yellow talc like substance appeared, a wild smile etched upon her face.
“Dye!” She shouted, throwing a large handful of the talc over me.
I coughed, I spluttered.
I heard my sister shout out to me again, this time laughter audible in her voice.
“Haha, wait, let me get a picture! They got you good!”
I was out in the clear, and evidently looking comical with large yellow stripes running across my face contrasting with the bright red and pink thrown on one another pre-race. My sister was pretty yellow herself, as were the other ten – suddenly Simpson like- members of our group; waiting patiently for me to get through the first dye section before we continued our run together.
For it was the Run or Dye 5k run, this time taking place at Aintree Racecourse in Liverpool. The idea being to make your way through a five kilometre course where you would be sporadically attacked by smiling people baring fistfuls of colourful powdered dye.
It was good fun.
Like, really good fun. It’s got to be said, throwing colour over one another is an excellent way to spend a Saturday morning, coupled with a bit of gentle exercise to make you feel just a tiny bit less guilty about the previous evening’s late night chip shop gluttony and you’re onto a winner.
Being part of the Friends of Moorside Park team definitely made the day what it was. Not least of all since throwing dye on yourself and laughing excitedly whilst alone is a sure fire way to get sectioned. The same behaviour in a twelve strong group, however, is not only accepted but enviable.
Our team differed greatly in age and ability but we were all united in the aim to have a ruddy good time. We ran together, waited for one another, cooed sympathetically and slowed lest someone was struck down with the dreaded stitch, and we ensured we all crossed the finish line together – led, as only we could be, by our youngest and most dyed covered member, Kam.
An excellent day out. What next, team?