In my continued quest to find out what British people get up to on weekends, I accepted an invitation to a Colour Run at Cholmondeley Castle today. It’s got running, it’s got a castle, I’m bound to love it, right? Well, kind of.
I got up early this morning with little sleep and a bit of a hangover (not smart, I know, but it was only a 5km distance and not timed) then drove to a location only GPS can help you find on the basis that many of the small roads in Britain lack adequate signage. Which is fine if you like driving around swearing at both yourself and the limited mobile coverage outside a major city. Fucking annoying otherwise. Especially with a hangover.
Eventually I found the place.
For a second I thought I’d turned up on the wrong day. Perhaps the abysmal weather (15 degrees, moderate winds and rain in the middle of summer) kept people away. Perhaps there are fewer people prepared to part with £30 for this than I thought.
So, what’s a ‘colour run’ all about then?
Essentially, you run/walk a very easy 5km route which passes through ‘colour stations’ where you get pelted with handfuls of powdery cornstarch dye by volunteers. Run or Dye gives you a bag of dye to get the colour started early and of course, you can buy more dye if you truly want to piss your cash up the wall. No need though, the colour stations will coat you in the stuff if you ask them nicely or aren’t quick on your feet.
Your goody bag also has a couple of ‘tattoos’ which, when you put on the inside of your wrist and take a picture shows just how much an innocent part of your body can look like an old man’s willy. Sigh.
Anyway, plenty of people turned up for this. Because that’s what British people do. A little rain and low temperatures don’t put these people off – they battle through it. Stiff upper lip and all that. That or they are determined to get some value for the £30 they have shelled out to get covered in colourful crap in a field. Whatever.
The real fun of course is hanging out with your mates and trying to work out which one of you had the ridiculous idea to do this in the first place.
And that’s a Colour Run. If you want to get a fake tan as realistic as anything you’ll find in Essex, give it a shot. Frankly for the money, I think a mud run is more entertaining, a better workout and better value , but that’s me.