Where did he actually start the race?
I can’t imagine what was in a grown adult’s head when he’s hiding in the bushes dressed in his high school track uniform, with a fake number attached, waiting to jump into the high school boys state cross country championships.
This took planning. He must have told someone, his coach, his training partners, someone. Surely, someone should have talked him out of it.
Popping his singlet at the end has to be one of most cringe-worthy things to have happened in the entire history of cross country running.