During tomorrow’s New York City Half Marathon, the worst place on earth, Times Square, becomes a whole lot more bearable. Traffic is rerouted around The Crossroads of the World,and the pedestrian sea is parted, allowing intrepid half marathoners to trot straight down the center of it, free of fleshy obstacle. This is the one day of the year the stretch of Manhattan wedged between 42nd and 47th streets, at the junction of Broadway and Seventh Avenue, is ostensibly shut down, and as a result, stomachable.

If you’re partaking in the race and vying for a personal best, then proceed through as quickly as possible, maybe contemplating the sheer scale of the commercial apparatus that has yielded the glinting, glowing monstrosity you’re coursing through.

But if you’re just out to have a good time, then stop and smell the garbage-tinged, hypothetical roses and live it the heck up! Here are five suggestions from Citius Mag’s wayward New York City couple, Jeanne & Paul, on how to make the most of it.

1: Just stop running. Stand in the middle of the street in a power stance with feet slightly parted, hands on hips. Don’t feel the need to do anything special, other than swivel your head and take it all in. If compelled, maybe mutter a “hm,” or “how ‘bout that”

2: Stick it to the M&M man. Grab hold of the bag of M&Ms that you’ve carefully stowed away in your waistband instead of the more common, but entirely textureless goo that many runners will opt for. Wait until you are directly in front of 1600 Broadway, where the 25,000 square-foot M&M World that is described as a “retail-entertainment destination” on Trip Advisor is. Now pop that bag open and relish in the taste of sugar-coated chocolate that you purchased from an ordinary gas station convenience store instead of a three-story titan of commerce candy shop.

3: Become the Naked Cowboy. I’m assuming they’ll have to cart out the various mascots and personalities that usually clog the sidewalks and throughways like grade-A heavy cream in the arteries of Times Square. So, The Naked Cowboy won’t be there to greet runners and cheer them on. Instead, you’ll have to be that hero. Strip down to your skivvies and ideally have a cowboy hat on hand to place atop your long flowing golden locks as you strum your guitar.

4: Buca di Beppo pitstop. Pause your Garmin for a few moments while you pop into this well-decorated Italian chain, whose name translates roughly to “Joe’s Basement.” Enjoy a meatball or two, or maybe an eggplant parmigiana if you’re a vegetarian. *This post not sponsored by Buca di Beppo* **But we would love to be partners, please @ us.** (Fun fact: Chris Chavez, our editor, is actually a fan of the Olive Garden in Times Square and celebrated his birthday there before seeing Hamilton.)

5: Lick the floor. There’s supposed to be a little bit of slush from the recent snowstorm but you know you’ve always wanted to do it. Now’s your chance.