We’re spending Thanksgiving up in Bend, in Oregon. We adored it when we were here in the summer, so we decided to take advantage of a 5 day holiday and go back. That decision was nearly fatal.
Not actually exaggerating.
The drive up took 12 hours so the final stretch up to Bend was at 1.30am on pitch-black, near-empty roads in the freezing cold. I was driving and at one point decided to overtake a big lorry (18-wheeler semi). As we started passing, the car slid out from under me and started flying around the icy road. My scream woke the Husband, who opened his eyes to find himself horribly close to a giant lorry. He was amazing – calmly he told me to take my hands off the wheel so he could steer (it appears I don’t like to steer into the skid). We veered towards the ditch on the other side of the road, then skidded back towards the lorry and then back to the ditch. The car bumped the lorry and I waited to spin but somehow the Husband and I managed to bring the car to a halt on the other side of the road. It was the most terrifying moment of my life and I can only put our survival down to God’s protection. Even crazier – the next day, the only damage to the car was a scratch on the wing mirror.
So we had a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.
On a lighter note…
…on Thanksgiving morning we ran a Turkey Trot in Bend. To be clear, there are two Trots. One is called I Like Pie and it’s held at the running store. The other is the Bend Boys & Girls Club race and it takes place at the Old Mill. We were staying close to the Old Mill so we picked that one. I suspect it’s less ‘competitive’ than the I Like Pie one. Ours was also a Girls on the Run race, which made it rather lovely.
It was cold at the start but there was free coffee, hot chocolate and bagels. The Dude filled his face. We snuggled into the crowd at the start line and then we were off.
Our plan was for the Husband to run it at his own pace and for me and the Dude to run it together. The Dude PR’d at a 5k last week with his first experience of Race Magic (more on this coming soon) so he was kind of expecting to cruise around effortlessly but Bend is at 3,000 ft and so that didn’t happen. I put no pressure on him at all so we walked and shuffled and ran our way round chatting and having fun. The race went up the river as far as the whitewater kayaking area, then we crossed over and headed south down the river for a mile or so.
We closed in on Daddy as we got back to the Old Mill and the two of them basically nuked it out in the finishing chute. The Husband tried to hold the Dude’s hand over the finish line, the Dude thought his Dad was obstructing him so stuck out his own arm to stop his Dad and then, having beaten the Husband by a whisker, collapsed at the finish line close to tears. I felt obliged to tell onlookers that he was fine and he’d really enjoyed the whole thing.
He was fine as soon as he learned he’d successfully beaten his daddy. He was better after more hot chocolate and better still once he had a print-out of his results and he realised it was his ‘altitude PR’.
A few details on the race – it’s a really nice event. It’s $35 to enter. Packet pick-up can be done on the day or the day before at Pine Mountain, a sports store. You get vouchers for free coffee and smoothies, you get lip balm and $10 off at Pine Mountain so it’s pretty awesome. Being Oregon, you also get free kombucha. At the race there was free coffee, hot chocolate, biscotti, bagels and bananas. No race medals and shirts are $10 extra. (We opted out of the shirts and then I decided I wanted one so I bought one, don’t tell the Husband). There’s a really nice community feel, some speedy people to inspire, lots of kids running…it was a really fun event.