“Since 1969, this 15k Loop has defined the Zena Road Runs. Are you up for the challenge? This is the OLDEST race route in Oregon.”
When I walked into packet pick-up before the race, it was clear that this was a community event. Everyone around me was visiting in groups and waving to unexpected friends (“I didn’t know you would be here!!!”). For about a minute, before my caffeine had kicked in, I thought I spotted raw potatoes on the snack table and questioned if I was learning some super-secret running insights. Turns out those “potatoes” were some of the most wonderful tasting rolls I’d ever had from Great Harvest Bread Company. But I wouldn’t learn all that for 9.3 miles.
Most of my race felt more like a run alongside country roads rather than a race event. I said hello to the cows, chickens, and horses that stared at this strange sweaty creature. Kind drivers provided lots of space on the side as I ran against traffic. With no sidewalks on the course, it was the kindness of these drivers that kept us all safe.
The course began on a downhill and was primarily up and down hills throughout the miles. Two aid stations provided water. With all those hills, and no snacks or Gatorade on the course, I hit a wall during some switchback uphill turns around mile 7. From that point on I was walking the uphills and walk-running the rest. Just had to finish within 2 hours per the time limit and I did just that (with a few minutes to spare).
The celebration after the finish line was another reminder that this was a community event more than a race. Award ribbons were given out to most participants due to age groups, and every finisher received a wine glass and free tasting of wine or sparkling cider. Friends cheered each other on and shared breakfast snacks together around picnic tables. Next time I will have to bring some friends along with me to squeeze every last drop from Zena Road Runs.

