FLR XIV – An Ephemeral City Comes to Life



At his core, a runner is a nomad. Perpetually in motion, he seems driven by the most basic need of human subsistence—spiritual fulfillment. His endless quest is to satisfy a thirst for something that promises to be just ahead—better and better times. 

For these travelers, the allure of Chain of Lakes Park is like that of a desirable oasis.  This year, more than ever, it lived up that metaphor.  Assembled beside its waters—as had occurred 13 times before--were thousands of the sport’s disciples. Runners, coaches, parents, siblings, and friends filled the landscape with an activity defying control (in some cases, much to the dismay of its well-meaning overseer). Surrounded by others of a similar ethos, all were in their glory, reveling with a clamor that echoed like thunder…or was that the real thing?

It was all good. Even the sudden (and at times dramatic) downpours refreshed, rather than dampened spirits. No one was left unfulfilled, for the journey was just as meaningful as the destination.