 | Thursday, November 20, 2008 |
In perfect weather, Bloomies filter across T.J. Meenach Bridge before turning up Doomsday Hill during Bloomsday 2005. (Photo by Jesse Tinsley/The Spokesman-Review)
Spokane's big race navigates 29th year
Megan Cooley / Staff writer
The Bloomsday odyssey has been conquered again.
For the 29th year, regular people from Spokane and beyond ran, walked or wheeled the 7.46-mile course—some tackling major obstacles such as physical disabilities, some just trying to better their time. Some 39,941 Bloomies completed the race, up 246 from last year.
“He’s determined to finish. Let him finish!” Spokane Police Department Explorer Tricia Beck said, shooing off a team of medics running toward her with a stretcher. An older runner was draped across Beck. He’d collapsed about 20 feet from the finish line, and she helped him complete the journey. There were no serious injuries, race officials said Sunday, and the weather cooperated with highs in the low 50s at 9 a.m. and reaching the mid-60s by noon. (Full story)
Shawn Vestal / Staff writer
The bride wore white – white shorts, white running shoes and a white veil attached to her white visor. Then, minutes after her second wedding, 75-year-old Elisabeth Johnson walked her first Bloomsday. The groom, 78-year-old Hugh Lewis, stayed by her side, in a tuxedo T-shirt and top hat. A wedding party of six joined them on the 12-kilometer route.
Shawn Vestal / Staff writer
It started with hula dancers and ended with rock and roll. In between came a course full of snappy punk, cowboy twang, bucket drummers and belly dancers. And then there was Accordion Joe, who occupied a category of his own.
James Hagengruber / Staff writer
The Doomsday Hill vulture wears shinguards. Bill Robinson, the man behind the creepy mask, added the protective gear in 1988, a year after he began standing at the top of the hill. Runners, even tired runners, can be mean. “A lot of people punch me,” Robinson said early Sunday morning as an assistant helped him into his elaborate homemade costume.
Bloomsday always brings out people’s fashion sense, for better or worse. This year’s crowd included one man wearing plastic buttocks, two women wearing red wax lips and a “cowboy” in a foam hat riding an inflated chicken. It included a girl with a Tigger backpack, a woman in a neck brace and various international themes, from a kilt to a sombrero. One large, bearded man wore what appeared to be a fringed dress made from a tablecloth.
Defining Bloomsday to foreign exchange students is not an easy task, said Lisa Williams, a 15-year participant who works in the athletic department at Eastern Washington University. It’s a race, a walk, a party. Although she sometimes finds it difficult to put the essence of Bloomsday into easily understandable language, Williams has convinced a fair number of foreigners to take the challenge. “They love it,” she said.
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