As many of you know, I participated last Sunday in the famous Colour Run at the London O2 Arena. After spamming my friends on Facebook and Instagram with prismatic pictures of me covered head to toe in powdered paint, I thought it would be a great idea to bring you a little colour through my blog.
Essentially, what is the Colour Run? Well, these runs are an international popularity and are sponsored by a variety of companies and charities in order to raise money as well as provide a fun experience of live music, exercise and to reconstruct the festival of colours popularly adopted in countries such as India This year, Capital FM, NSPCC, Capri Sun, Renault, Skittles and Alpen Granola were at the forefront of the O2 campaign and all had their own stalls to promote their products. Try the rainbow, taste the rainbow, right? In terms of charitable success, Sunday alone raised over £70,000 which is a massive achievement in order to try and eradicate child abuse once and for all.
This blog will essentially will be a log or journal of what me and my friend Abigail did throughout the entire day. Our story begins at...
7:45 when the alarm rang. After a boozy night at Propaganda in Fleet where we celebrated Abbie's 20th birthday, we decided to eat some food and make our way towards the station. Despite being hungover, we were mentally prepared for what the day would bring us. We walked around Waterloo looking like a pair of lunatics until we found a lovely family of three that assisted us in our journey to the O2. Having arrived, we squirmed into the army of white, bonding with a group of drunken teens who were having the time of their lives listening to the radio bangers playing on the giant speakers. The atmosphere was extremely bright for a not so sunny day. When the race started me and Abbie began jogging although, let's be honest, we gave up after 1k and occassionally jogged after each colour stop. We were greeted with a group of people playing the steel drums, to add to the Tropicolour Experience.
Afterwards, we passed through several clouds of red, blue, yellow, orange and purple where me and Abbie went from white to multi coloured in a heartbeat. Every nook and cranny was full of powder. Today, I sneezed and my snot was blue, no joke! Once we reached the finish line, we entered into the O2 car park, where a stage was constructed for the live music element of the run, as well as adorable stands for food and merchandise. We were given a bag of colour which obviously me and Abbie threw at each other in battle motion. Next we headed to the stage, where Capital FM's Will Manning provided us with a delectable palette of chart music in the midst of a crowd filled with packs of coloured powder. The stage fired colourful streams and provided us with powder to chuck in the air once the bass dropped on the occassional song. If you weren't head to toe in colour on the run, guarnteed you would have been by the time you left the stage crowd. The two presenters also chucked a variety of knick knacks into the crowd such as rainbow socks, neon tutus and plastic sunglasses. Unfortunately, me and Abbie recieved no prizes, maybe next time...We partied so hard to the sound of club music that eventually, a few sun rays did seap through the stormy clouds and it just added to the fantastic atmosphere already present.
Once the show was over, we took the underground tube still looking like victims of unicorn vomit. All of the passengers gave us the look of confusion and potentially disgust. As we walked through the station, we stood our ground and many civilians were trying to walk around us without being touched. If you ask me, we completely blended with the crowd?! Have you never seen a rainbow man or woman walking around the streets of London. Once we both got home, I decided to take a shower. Since my hair hasn't chopped for a few months, I soon discovered that it had sponge like properties. As soon as the water made contact, my head essentially became a bath bomb, with blue purple and red splattering against my walls and the bathtub! That was probably the most exhilarating shower I ever had. It's not everyday your hair becomes the victim of paint powder. Perhaps I could grow out my hair and become an 'edgy wall/street artist' who makes it famous by making art through whipping their hair. Imagine the money I could make...
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my little Colour Run journal. I had an amazing time and I would absolutely recommend it to write it on your bucket list. Don't believe, just look at the pictures I have posted at the bottom of this page!
