KRAC Blog

To the Jog for the Jake with CLA this morning-- an odd race. Years ago EGA and I had a little tradition of doing the Hamburg Bun Run on Father's Day, and it was pleasant to renew that with CLA, but the race itself was rather indifferent. $25 bucks to run two loops around the ring road is nuts, first of all, and the race itself is a little too big for the course. It seemed to have a higher than usual proportion of dabblers too, people who clogged the first mile or so. It looked like a very organized event, but the reality was somewhat different-- there were golf carts and a guy on a minibike, and all kinds of volunteers, but the gun went off three minutes early, with no preliminary announcement, and there were cars moving on the ring road as we came around for the last lap. I guess the picnic is a big part of the point of the event, but that was sort of a mess as well, a bunch of long tables in the middle of a big open field, with chairs tilted up to show that seats were being saved. The food, by Delaware North, was respectable-- the suddenly ubiquitous sliders and grilled chicken and hot dogs. Beer and soda were plentiful, but I'd say the highlight for me was the frozen strawberry fruit bar, which was exactly what I wanted after a hot run. If I have a daughter in town next year I'll run it again, but I don't think I'd do it by myself.

I couldn't put my hands on my KRAC singlet the night before the race, so I went with my Parramatta jersey-- my brother's colors. I figured it would add a bit of international flair. Wouldn't you know it, I wasn't to Porter Avenue before someone ran up beside me and said, "Parramatta? That's me home town!"