Cheney resident Ron Peterson has only missed about five races in the history of Bloomsday. He's never run or walked the event. He just likes to go to the Broadway Tavern, have a cup of coffee or a cocktail -- "depends how things are going," he said -- and watch the race go by.
Peterson once planned on participating, but cancer slowed him and left permanent injuries to his legs.
"It's just kind of revitalizing to see all these people put forth the effort," he said.
The sidewalk in front of the Broadway Tavern was home to some of the most spirited race-watchers. A man with flame tattoos shooting out from under his receding hairline danced barefoot nearly nonstop for two hours.
A Spokane resident who goes by the name LJ arrived at the bar early in the morning. It was noon somewhere in the world -- New York City, to be precise -- when LJ drained his first glass of beer.
Every few minutes LJ walked out of the bar wearing his cut-off T-shirt, blue jeans and knee-high buckskin boots. He pumped his fist in the air and cheered on the racers.
"How come everybody looks so tired? I'm not tired!" he yelled from the sidewalk.