Look, running 13.1 miles is silly. But this route is a story. You go from historic docks, past futuristic buildings, along a river that’s seen empires rise and fall. And you’re just there, in shorts, trying not to trip.
The quirks make it memorable. That weird turn. That motivating hill. That one stranger who hands you a jelly baby at mile ten. That’s the big half magic.
So study the map. Commit the weird parts to memory. Then, on race day, ignore it all. Let your legs and the crowd carry you. You’ll be fine. You’ll be legendary. Now go carb-load. 🏃♂️
