Sound2Narrows 12K
Ann and I ran a race on Saturday, our first race in more than a year, maybe closer to two. It was a 12K, and it went right through our old neighborhood. It’s been going on since 1973, and there were three or four runners there that have run it every year, although I didn’t get a chance to meet any of them. They were probably ahead of me. If you run around Tacoma, you run hills. There are crazy-steep hills downtown that rival San Francisco, but anywhere in town there are hills. Anywhere, that is, except Ruston Way. It is a waterfront running area that is very popular, perhaps because it’s on the edge of Commencement Bay, with harbor seals, freighters, fishing boats and Mt. Rainier to look at while you run. Or perhaps because it is the only flat spot in town. But you can run down Ruston Way at any time of the day, any day of the week, and there will be runners on the trail. Those runners, myself included, were feeling the hills on the Sound to Narrows. It started with a couple ...