A few years back I ran the Portland Marathon instead of going to my high school reunion. For a variety of reasons, I do not regret that decision one bit. Then I got to hang out with Eric and Mary Layton, LA transplants to the Pacific Northwest.
I got to hang out with them again this year:
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In 2018, the 47-year run came to an end for the Portland Marathon race. Their race director was implicated in financial shenanigans to the tune of hundreds of thousands of dollars gone missing from the non-profit organization; as part of the settlement of the matter, the race was cancelled and the organization dissolved. For the record, to the best of my knowledge, that race director did NOT have a familial connection to the Trump Foundation… but I digress.
In 2019, the Portland Marathon was reborn with a new course, a new race director, and a new attitude. I overheard some fellow runners at the start line say the folks who took over as race organizers were experienced runners and all-around-good people looking to redeem the race in the eyes of the city and the running community in general.
They redid the route to take it away from the industrial wasteland of the highways that defined my 2015 experience. Now, we were running through parts of the trendy tourist hotspots… and while there were still a few hills, most of them were on iconic bridges, and the majority of the route was flat and fast… as evidenced by my first BQ in well over a year.
I didn’t take a lot of photos — whether that was out of struggling to press on to keep up with a pace group chasing my Boston unicorn or because I just am a bit burned out in shutterbugging I cannot say. The ones I did snap came out surprisingly blurry… and I think that had more to do with the sweat and spilled while slurping water cups at aid stations and less to do with me being “speedy.:
Nonetheless, a few shots from the day (and in a few days I’ll post a few of the FREE race day photos from the course that the Portland Marathon is sending out … free is always a nice gesture considering the rising costs of race entry fees).
It’s freakin’ dark
But there’s a huge keg…
Arches to the start line.
The start line
The rose is as much a symbol of Portland as Portlandia, the world’s 2nd largest hammered copper statue (see previous posts)
Free food at the end… just not yet.
Filling in the corrals whilst crossing the street, Abbey Road style.
This is where I planned on starting, an aspirational start… but they just keep pushing us forward to fill in all available space…
Yeah, right I thought
Portland Marathon The Sandbags! Now THAT’S branding!
Waiting at the start line — wound up near the 3:10 pacer.
I’ve got a bad feeling about this…
And we’re off… foggily and blurrily.
Oh, thank god – I thought I had to illustrate a bridge to keep going, like one of those obstacle course runs.
Headed over a bridge
Gods, I look terrible. Just pudgy.
The bridge one way…
Past this convention center thing…
And then back on the bridge.
I really wanted this shot but it’s blurry. The sign reads “Take the Train” and I thought to myself, “Was that an option?”
I’d like to point out the Saturday Market is open Saturday and Sunday… why isn’t it the Weekend Market then?
Mile 8 would take us back past the finish line…
So close… and yet so far…
Autumn in Portland
Are we supposed to hold our breath going through the tunnel?
I didn’t.
A deceptively steep bridge.
You see them too, right?
Halfway point! I stopped taking photos here for quite a while — lots of neighborhoods, good times but I was actively thinking maybe I could put up a good (clock) time….
Up until here I was actually AHEAD of the 3:05 pace. I wouldn’t catch them again.
Foam Mascot Sighting! Not sure who he is… maybe the Reed College, um, Red Nose, uh… Thing?
The Portlandia Pirates. I seem to recall them from 2015.
Ahoy and avast! Avast and ahoy!
Heading into the home stretch…
A blurry finish line pic.
I got a luggage tag for BQin
Plus a slice of pizza…
…and a quarter grilled cheese…
a free VooDoo donut that I can only describe as CRAZY OVER RATED.
…and this Salt and Straw ice cream that I kinda hated actually.
My rose from the finish and a crappy ice cream cup…
Hey, when there’s a llama and an alpaca at the finish…