Race for the Cure has always seemed like a big deal in Portland. Probably other cities too, but I wouldn’t know about that. There are some big giant races that I always go to, like the Shamrock, but I always pass on Race for the Cure because there’s no clam chowder or beer, and there are tons and tons of people. The only time I had anything to do with it was when I worked as a volunteer for community service in high school (whenever I had to do community service for school or something I would just volunteer at a race). It was both the craziest and the most boring thing I’ve ever done. There were thousands and thousands of people there, but my job assignment was to go stand at a random corner downtown where the streets had been closed and redirect any cars trying to come through that random street at 7:30AM on a Sunday morning. So mostly I just sat there doing nothing, while everyone else participated in lots of fun race festivities. The only good parts were that I was with a friend, and I got a t-shirt that I later wore during swim practice to create more drag.