Sunday we got up bright and early for Bridge to Brews
We’d had crappy rain all week, so I was beyond excited for clear skies. Clear skies are like crack to Oregonians.
Bridge to Brews starts by Widmer Brothers Brewing, takes you across the Fremont Bridge, through NW Portland, and back across the Broadway Bridge
(Fremont in front, Broadway is the red one behind it)
This is awesome, and the only time you can be on foot on the Fremont Bridge. The catch is that getting onto the bridge involves going uphill. Possibly not the most fun way to start a race.
But then you get a nice gradual downhill
The husband’s knee has been bugging him lately, so he walked down rather than run and piss it off more. This left me and baby brother to rock it out together
The husband caught up with us (fast husband!) but since his knee was still being lame (literally lame I guess…) he split again to do the 8k instead of the 10.
Baby brother and I stuck together for another mile or so, and then greyhound boy sped off.
(True story: sometimes, I see greyhounds, and text baby brother about it. He is generally not amused)
When I hit the Mile 5 sign I started trying to book it. That made me tired. Poor choice.
So I slowed down.
Then I thought I was near the finish, and started trying to book it. Turns out the finish was farther away. Poor choice.
I finally got to the end and found my brother and husband. Not cheering for me, mind you. They were arguing about times and missed me crossing. Thanks friends, thanks.
Chip time was 1:08 and some change (Baby Brother was 1:04).
Post race meant beer time!
Your stamp to prove you showed ID?
Keep Portland weird. And fearful of corporations. (We’re getting a R&R half next year. Apparently not everyone is excited?)
We might have also went back for 2nds. It happens.