Hundreds of spectators gathered around the starting line of the 42nd annual Prefontaine Run in Coos Bay, Oregon. It was a Saturday morning in September. Drizzle fell. I left Portland at five-thirty in the morning to witness the event. I wanted to see for myself if Steve Prefontaine's legend still wielded significant magic, and if there was something new to his incredible story that'd I missed or hadn't yet imagined. And I wanted to determine if Pre's metaphor still ran strong for me and, perhaps Oregon.
Prefontaine Memorial Run
Prefontaine Memorial Run
Prefontaine Memorial Run
Hundreds of spectators gathered around the starting line of the 42nd annual Prefontaine Run in Coos Bay, Oregon. It was a Saturday morning in September. Drizzle fell. I left Portland at five-thirty in the morning to witness the event. I wanted to see for myself if Steve Prefontaine's legend still wielded significant magic, and if there was something new to his incredible story that'd I missed or hadn't yet imagined. And I wanted to determine if Pre's metaphor still ran strong for me and, perhaps Oregon.