Friday, July 27, 2012

13.1 Mile Journey

My first full day in Oregon was spent with an extra early wake-up call in Portland. After downing my favorite morning shake and donning my favorite Nike gear, my mom and I headed south to make it before gun time for the Fueled by Fine Wine Half Marathon. 

It was a bit chilly for July, but the breeze felt perfect as I ascended and descended what seemed like endless terroirs sprinkled along the Willamette Valley. It was the hardest race of my life, and my time was less than impressive, but being away from the noise of the city and having my mom at the finish line made it certainly one of the most memorable. The best part? Sampling wine from the local wineries while covered in jory soil.

dirty and satisfied

the road ahead

give me wine, and i'll stop whining

my mom holding down the finish line

almost there

Stoller Winery


  1. Sounds like it was a challenge well worth it! I don't know if I could drink a glass of wine after 13 miles, but I could watching others run it!

  2. Congratulations! I could NEVER do it.
    xo Josie

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