I’ve been to Nashville a few times as an adult. I’ve visited Cooter’s Museum devoted to the Dukes of Hazzard TV show. I’ve wandered round downtown, stood on the Grand Ol Opry Stage in its various iterations, and I’ve been to the Centennial Park’s 1897/1931 Parthenon recreation.
And so as I stumbled about this self-proclaimed “Athens of the South“ (I wonder what Athens, GA, or heck even Athens, OH, might have to say about that), I revisited some and snapped a few and just generally killed some time before the race tomorrow. Ages ago I ran this event as the Country Music Marathon. But in an effort to rebrand their entire portfolio under the Rock N Roll moniker, the race owners further de-individualized their events. Nine times out of ten, their events in the series look the same and feel the same. Theirs is a McDonaldization of the running event… and yet here I am once more.
But I digress. We will see what tomorrow brings as I struggle through yet another head cold and yet another 26.2 miles. But for, some re-sights of the city:
A tribute to traffic, which is better than a monument to the Confederacy. Centennial Park.
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