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|