Reader, I attempted my run at that stage. But my progress was soon slowed, all but thwarted as I encountered wave after wave of synthetic musk and Axe body spray emanating from the throngs of bros in the plenary audience. My charge was reduced to a mere purposeful walk that raised no eyebrows.
When at last I reached what I thought might be audible range and strove to gasp for air, the miasma entered my mouth and throat and seized my larynx with a caustic grip.
As I stumbled and ultimately fell, all I managed to utter before losing consciousness was a single, strained phrase: "imagine... you are a gerbil"
And now I find myself back in my hotel room with no idea what happened in the interim