Close-up of a black and white race pace chart tattoo with a small red runner logo on the inner wrist and forearm, with a paper timing strip in the right corner.

Race pace chart temporary tattoo on wrist

Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A hand with a black-and-white pace chart printed on the inner wrist, showing split times and distance markers from 1 to 10k, with a small red running figure and a brand name at the top. The chart has bold banded shading with clean edges, and the red logo is the only colour. A paper strip held at the right and a blurred racing background sit behind the wrist.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The thermal printer at the Holcombe Lock 10k jammed twice before the gun, so Maureen Tully was feeding the paper strip through by hand when the first runners rounded the boatyard. She had the splits in a column on her clipboard: 0:08:35 for the first kilometre, 0:17:10 for two, and so on down to the finish line taped across the lock gates. Every card she printed was meant to be a promise kept to the second.

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Dev Okonedo asked for his card at the 5k marker, which was odd, because nobody ever asked for anything at the 5k. He held out his wrist and she rolled the strip around it, pressing until the figures came up black and the red running man sat neatly at the top. He read down the banded shading to the 10k line with his lips moving. "Your last split is wrong," he said. "I was faster than that at the lock."

She checked the gate log. The chip reader had been unplugged for ten minutes while a volunteer tripped over the cable, and she had filled the gap with the last time she had seen on the screen. It was her mistake, and the clock had the truth of it. She told him so. He nodded, unbothered, and said the card was the only thing he would be carrying home from the morning anyway.

She reprinted nothing. At half past one she peeled the spare strip from the roll and found it had curled in the damp, the ink lines bleeding softly into one another. By the time the lock gates opened to boats again, the 10k figure on Dev's card had gone grey at the edges, and nobody could have said for certain what it had once read.

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