Three-year-old Lucy Low, of Seattle, was as excited as her uncle Kyle Smith, of Spokane, to see a clown running through Browne’s Addition.
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The elite women break from the starting area under overcast skies and cool temperatures.
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“I miss him so much,” says Gunhild Swanson as she hugs her friend Luana Schmall after they both finished Bloomsday. Swanson’s husband, Jack Swanson, died in September of leukemia. Both accomplished marathoners, Gunhild Swanson last year pushed her husband the entire race in a wheelchair. Jack had participated in every Bloomsday but the first, so their friends made Gunhild a shirt making him an honorary Bloomsday perennial.
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Eight-year-old Mason Azure, right, gets a splashing from his grandmother Debbie Bassen at the Premera water station at the top of Doomsday Hill during Bloomsday on Sunday. Although chilly weather and showers were expected, the day turned out near perfect for running, with little or no precipitation.