Conditions were cool and clear on the morning of the Redwood Wild River Run. Guests Jean and Scott, and Scott and Jess had come from the center of the state for the race. Running pals on their home turf, the ladies brought their hubs — and were all so excited about the run that Meg and I decided to join in the fun (we piled on board and raced in the 5K portion; Jess and crew were in the 15K run).
We huffed and puffed our way to an unimpressive 100th and 101st place finish in our division. Statistically, we were pretty lame when it came down to it but it was good to get out of the house and run — like the old days in Berkeley when we might have semi-jogged the trails up in Tilden Park with Anton.
It strikes me as madness that someone would schedule an outdoor event in March but it’s been an unusual winter in the redwoods — dry skies, low-flow rivers, and sun when there should be rain. Lousy for the fishermen. Good for the landlubbers and joggers.
As luck would have it, the race went off without a hitch. We were back by noon and soaking in the hot tub a few minutes later. Seeing as how the race starts and finishes at the covered bridge just across from the bnb, we might have to watch it all from the tub next year.