The inaugural Rock ‘n’ Roll Portland Half Marathon was my 13th half marathon! 13 is kind of a weird number which is fitting because all week I’ve been seeing “Keep Portland Weird” bumper stickers. There were definitely a few weird runners out on the course but I didn’t see nearly as many as I expected. Honestly, I was a little disappointed.
Another reason this event was kind of a big deal was because it was the first event for which I had family present! My parents came with us to the drizzly start area and enjoyed seeing all the runners getting ready. They enjoyed watching the elite runners start and finish and were there to cheer for Jason and I at mile 13. My mom even got some pictures on her camera which I failed to get from her before they went home. Dang it!
Then my brother and his family were at mile 9 and the finish line. My sister-in-law got some good photos (thank you!). It means a lot to have people you care about there to witness your accomplishments. I had a weird mix of pride and pressure. I was proud to be able to show my family what I can do and proud of them for coming out on a wet Portland day just to see me run by for 30 seconds. I also felt a little pressure to not be too slow, to make sure I wasn’t on a walk break when I went by them, to finish strong, etc.
Another first was seeing a carpeted bridge! The course took us across the Willamette River, twice. The first time we crossed on the Hawthorne Bridge, one of the oldest surviving vertical lift bridges, which has a steel grate deck. I’ve ran over bridges like this in Chicago. The steel grating feels uneven under your feet, can be a little slippery when wet for running shoes, and looks super creepy if you’re afraid of heights or water. When you look down you can see through SO WELL that it’s hard to feel like there is sufficient mass between you and the rushing river so far below. It’s kind of fun, actually, but it was very nice of them to carpet the bridge. Too bad it wasn’t a red carpet!
This was the first race I’ve ran where they stopped runners to let cars go through. The course crossed Cesar Chavez Blvd twice in the East Portland area, and apparently they weren’t able to fully close this street for the race. The first time the course crossed this street was right after mile 5. I was stopped for about 20 seconds. The second time was right after mile 8 and I was the last runner past the cop before he started yelling, “Give me 4 cars! I’m sorry. Just 4 cars!” as he put his hands up and began pleading to the runners behind me. I guess they couldn’t get it 100% closed down for the event.
All in all, it was a good event and I ran my second fastest half marathon (2:22:45). Had I ran more after Ragnar SoCal and not stopped for a bathroom break, it could’ve been a PR. I’m not disappointed though. It was just awesome to be out there with my family watching. J did get a PR, though! I am proud of him. I think that the cool and rainy weather was a boon for us and helped us run a little faster. We don’t often get to run in that kind of weather and it was fun!
I know a lot of people were taken back by the hills on the course. Apparently the provided elevation chart wasn’t quite spot on. My runkeeper deviates a little from the elevation chart. There were quite a few hills but most of them were short and steep and kind of a fun challenge to race up. Nothing like the Hollywood Half Marathon. At the end of the longest continual incline (from 3 to 6) there was an even steeper hill to overcome. I ran this entire portion and got in a bit of a race with a guy up the last part of it. It was kind of funny. I heard his heavy footfall before I saw him in my peripheral. We were about the same pace up most of the long, steady incline. I decided to try to pull away a bit up the last push to the top and could hear him quicken his steps. Maybe it’s not smart to race a guy up a hill half way through your race, but I totally beat him to the top. Don’t know what happened to him after that. He probably beat me on the downhill.
Around mile 10 I saw two little boys running together and their parents taking pictures from the sidelines and asking them how they felt. It really struck me how little these kids looked! And they were plugging along pretty well. About a mile later I came up behind them again and so I asked them if they’d been running the entire thing.
Me: “Good job, guys! Have you been running the entire time?”
Them: “Yeah”. [Smiles]
Me: “Awesome. Are you running for school or to raise money or something?”
Them: “No. We just decided to run like a month ago.”
Me: [Shocked face]. “A month ago?! Did you train for this?”
Them: “Yeah, we started training a month ago.”
Me: “Wow! That’s amazing. You’re going great! How old are you guys?”
Them: [Exchanging unsure glances] “Well…we’re 11 actually, but we had to say we were 12 in order to run.”
Me: “Oh! Okay. I won’t tell.”
At that point, I made a mental note to not let them pass me in the last 2 miles. They came in a little behind me but unfortunately they had started quite a ways behind me so they’re chip time was faster than mine. Stupid bathroom break! Haha.
I wish I would’ve enjoyed this race more. I had a weird shoulder pain in the first 2 miles and I was thinking too much about where my family would be, which side of the road, etc. At one point I stopped and looked around and said, “Tiffany, you need to take in this race and enjoy this run!”. I would definitely do this one again, but I think we’ll save our Oregon trip for August in 2013 so I can take my husband to the Tillamook County Fair.
I grew up in a small town with more cows than people. The day after the race we drove out to Tillamook and showed my husband where I was born, where I grew up, where I went to school, etc. The Tillamook Cheese Factory was very important to my childhood as the family businesses was to distribute their products to stores, schools, and restaurants.
So J got to try squeeky cheese and smell the sweet smell of the cow fields. It was appropriately rainy that day so he got the full of effect of the conditions in which I spent the first 13 years of my life. It was fun to share that with my husband so he can place the stories I tell him about growing up in cow town.



























































































