Last year, I gathered four friends (Lois
Loop, Sue Devore, Linda Lewelling and Deb Wallig) and convinced them to run the Civil War
Relay with me. I promised them short runs on flat roads in perfect weather.
I was mostly honest. The runs are
shortalmost painfully short. Each person runs five segments that are approximately
two miles each. By the third leg, we considered simply running six miles at a time just to
get the legs over. There is no time to relax at an exchange because your runner will be
there in less than twenty minutes.
Last years race was in December, but
we experienced every month weather-wise. We ran through fog, rain, sunshine, more rain,
and wind. The roads arent completely flat, but with such short legs, no one runs a
whole hill; you get halfway, and make someone else finish it.
Our team was composed of slow, casual
runners. We began in the first wave, but were in competition for last place with ten miles
to go. Volunteers greeted us joyfully, because they could leave once we passed. The sweep
van began to follow us. He finally left us when we offered to pick up the cones and take
them to the finish. When we arrived at Linn-Benton Community College, the awards had been
announced and most of the pizza eaten. But one award was waiting: we were the winners of
the womens open division. Its a good race when you can accomplish first and
last place simultaneously. Despite our slow speed (or perhaps because of it), we had a
great time.
I drink from my winners mug and
remember the phrase: "The last finisher is simply the slowest winner".