The Royal Parks Half Marathon is a beautiful disaster for drivers. It’s a temporary kingdom of sweat and neon shirts. And for one day, the roads belong to the runners.
So next Sunday, don’t fight it. Plan your detour. Or better yet, grab a coffee, find a spot on The Mall, and wave at 16,000 strangers.
Just don’t try to drive through Hyde Park Corner at noon. You will not finish. But 16,000 runners will. And that’s the whole point.
