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Trifusion Hot Summer Nights #3


Reanna and Raelene Guerrero being
the amazing and fun volunteers that
they are. Photo by Rene.

The last of the Trifusion 5k series came and went, but not before setting a new participant record of 425. Roger Thompson had the music blaring during registration, which left Jayne, Emma, and me dancing behind the registration table as people walked up with their entries. Rockstar Energy Drinks and Spokane Chiropractic had tents set up to our right, situated behind the pile of free T-shirts. A total of 400 Twigs and Elements Massage Tech T-shirts were handed out to the first 400 participants. For those who missed out, some extra Ironman Coeur d’Alene T-shirts had been donated, essentially ensuring not a single person left last night without a shirt.

The stormy weather the day before yesterday made for a cool, pleasant night to run a 5k. I think I’ll thank the weather for a  faster-than-normal 5k time, as my day of training on the bike and brick run afterward surely didn’t help my already tired legs. My dad showed up to join me, as Bryan Rowe opted to take the night off to stick to his taper plan in preparation for Ironman Canada this Sunday. James Richman, our unofficial photographer, situated himself in all the right places to take some great pictures. Rene Guerrero and Jessi Thompson also captured some great participants and moments from last night.

Photo by Jessi Thompson. Thanks for the great picture!
If running/racing/jogging/walking a 5k wasn’t enough fun, then the festivities afterward sure made up for it. Participants hovered around the Milliseconds Timing board for fast and accurate results. Just behind the kiosk, fresh water, Rockstar Energy Drink, Otter pops, and Costco cookies awaited those who needed some refreshments. The sun dipped down behind the tops of the trees, which meant the distribution of the night’s awards, raffle items, and overall awards would soon follow.

Rounding the first turn as we make our way onto the course.
Photo by James Richman.
I stood behind the raffle table in complete amazement of all the prizes and giveaways our generous sponsors provided: Gift cards to Starbucks, Froyo, and iTunes from Johnson Orthodontics, Papa Murphy’s and Runner Soul gift cards, Ironman Perform drink, Powerbar and GU products and gift packs, tickets to the Spokane Symphony, gift cards to Twigs, a running gait analysis valued at $150 from Mike Lauffer at B&B Physical Therapy, two complementary entries to EWU’s Wild Moose Chase Trail Run, two 55-min massages at Elements Therapeutic Massage, and Brooks gift bags. This didn’t even include the overall prizes (those destined for the top 10 males and females who raced all 3 Hot Summer races). These included free shoes valued at $140 from KSwiss, free shoes from Brooks, more gift certificates to Starbucks and iTunes, Powerbar products, and cash.

There is perhaps nothing so challenging and painful than running all out for 15-25 minutes in order to race a decent 5k race, yet Trifusion has made an event where doing so truly is worth it. If you didn’t get a chance to race this year, I highly recommend it next year. All proceeds from this series help cover the costs associated with Trifusion’s Kids Triathlon held each year in June at Whitworth University. This is another community-oriented event, tailored to getting the younger generation involved and interested in the sport of triathlon.

Until next year, race safe and stay healthy! I hope to see you all around at future runs, races, and events.


A Hot Summer 5k wouldn't be complete
without a Costco cookie at the end.
Photo by Jessi Thompson.
Getting warmed up before the final race!
400 tech T-shirts, donated by Twigs and Elements didn't
last that long! Photo by Jessi Thompson.
Overall awards for the top 10 males and females of the
series. What you DON'T see are all the raffle giveaways
underneath the table.

Thank you to all our biggest sponsors and supporters!



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