Like most of the rest of the country, we are starting to see some serious signs of spring. We are getting more prolonged sun (three days in fact) as opposed to just a few minutes of sun breaks every now and then. The flowers and trees are blooming. And people are wearing summer beach clothes despite the fact that it is only 70 degrees. Everyone at work on Friday was talking a good game about weekend plans and I am happy to say that this weekend I/we delivered.
Saturday was a pretty big day in Eugene as it was the one that every Ducks fan has been dreaming of since the end of the Fiesta Bowl. The Spring Game. Part of the stadium area is under construction (some emergency exit paths) and because of this Autzen could only hold a little over 37,000 yesterday. The game was free but you did need to bring three cans of food for FOOD for Lane County (AMAZING organization by the way you should check them out). I went with my boss, her husband, and two year old kiddo. We got a seat in the shade and all was well in the world. People seemed so content just to be back in Autzen. It was the first time that the town saw what the Ducks looked like without Chip Kelly. Offense played defense and it was a good time. Plus there was lots of talk about the uniforms as...you know...it is Oregon football after all.
After the game Cliff and I went to Red Robin and redeemed our free rewards card burger! That's right. We eat there enough to get a free burger every six-eight months. On the way home I heard something coming from our car. I had to pull over on the side of the road as it sounded/felt bad. Sure enough we had an extremely flat tire. Really flat. We have my Dad to thank for saving our sanity as we used an amazing gift he gave us- a portable air compressor that works by plugging into your cigarette lighter. We pumped that puppy back up and drove to the Honda dealership where they patched it and got us on our way in less than 30 minutes. Cliff and I were impressed how we dealt with the whole situation like adults. No stress. Clear thoughts. Boom. On the road. Thanks Dad!
End of successful day number one.
This morning we got up at 6:00am to head down to cheer on runners for the Eugene Marathon/Half Marathon. After everything that happened in Boston two weeks ago, I knew that I needed to be there to show my support and general faith in humanity. We knew a few people running in the race so we came up with a solid plan to cheer folks on at the 2 mile mark then move to Hayward Field to see the finishes. I think it is safe to say that I cried for most of the 3 hours that we cheered folks on. I can't help it. I love this type of thing.
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| Go Alex! |
Over the last two weeks I have really struggled with what happened in Boston. My heart and mind still can't wrap around it. I lived there for four incredibly formative years. I walked those streets on a daily basis. Marathon Monday is magical. I love that city and I love the people who live there. Marathon Monday was our favorite day and so many of my warm fuzzy memories of college and the city are attached to this celebratory event. Since I couldn't be there to grieve with friends and colleagues, I wanted to show my support by going to my new city's marathon and being apart of the love and the joy.
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| 2006 photo of the Boston Marathon by Steve Lewis |
I love that the race ended at Hayward Field. It is holy ground for track and field folks so I can imagine how amazing it would feel to run on the track, in front of cheering fans in the the stands, and to finish the race. We got there early so we got cowbells (awesome). We sat there and made lots of noise for hours. Even Cliff! It felt so good. So many people were sporting their Boston Strong apparel (the shirts were created by Emerson students by the way). Those who ran the Boston Marathon wore their bibs on their backs. Runners sported black ribbons. People crossed the finish line with their hands to their hearts. The whole event was about the power of the running community. People held hands as the finished together. We saw several little kids triumphantly crossing the finish line. Several ran the entire distance holding American flags. One man pushed his disabled son in a cart the whole way. In those final stretched we saw hard working faces, lamaze breathing, tears, and lots of smiles. My heart was full of love and happiness.
I did learn one thing today and that is that I maybe shouldn't sit that close to a finish line ever again. We saw quite a bit of puking, heaving, and general first aid issues. For anyone who knows me, this is a big deal as I am phobic about you know what. So let me be clear when I say I'm proud of how I kept my act together today as we saw quite a bit of vomit. After the first runner got sick it became several folks jobs to run up to people after the race and give them a plastic bag to puke into. I would die if that had to be my volunteer job. They even had a special kind of bag for it. See. Oh my gosh. The stress.
It was so sad to see people's legs/feet giving out on them so close to the end. We saw a girl go down about 150 yards from the finish line. A fellow runner stopped, not worried about her own time so close to the end) and help to carry/walk the injured gal across the line. We saw quite a few people collapse upon crossing the line. There were lots of quickly moving wheelchairs. So emotional! I could never be an EMT, nurse, or doctor. I thank those solid stomached people for doing lots of good in the world.
Afterwards, Cliff and I went climbing. Since it was sunny out no one was in the gym. We had the whole wall to ourselves and Cliff took full advantage as he probably went up about 15 times. I worked my first 5.8 (with lots of rests) but I'm considering it a victory.
Rudy also got to play outside this weekend. He isn't a big fan of the rain or mud so the winters involve lots of fetch in the house. Rudy loves days like today when he gets to run around as we chuck tennis balls all over the yard. (He is so stinknin' cute that he deserves two photos.)
I should also mention that because I have been outside for the past two days my allergies are ridiculous. I'm pretty heavily medicated everyday in order for my body to combat all of the allergens that live in the world; so it is a sad, sad day when even decongestants, antihistamines, and nasal steroids can't save me from the itchy, red, inflamed, wheezy, grossness that is my life. My face has in fact been red, blotchy, and kinda swollen all day. It wasn't a surprise when I face planted into the couch earlier today to take an epic nap. In fact, a Benadryl is calling me now...
End of successful day number two.
