We were thinking of babymoon locations, I thought of Paris, then thought no wine for me..so that was off the list.  Hawaii sounds nice anytime but a long flight.  So yeah Bend.  It is one of the happiest places in the world if you haven’t been.  The husband was running the Bend half marathon the morning after we arrived.  First night at Spork which is described as a “globally-inspired green-conscious mobile street food kitchen” when they first started their food truck.  That is still a pretty accurate description.  We were there Saturday night and they have self seating tables and an order at the counter deal going.  My one complaint is the sign that says not to seat yourself until you order.  This always gives me won’t-find-a-place-to-sit-anxiety.  I always get this at weekend dinners without reservations.  The table that I had been eyeing with death lasers shooting from my eyeballs was still there as a I tried to nonchalantly power walk over as soon as the gal up front had taken my order.  My spicy fried chicken with cucumber salad was worth the anxiety.  Super crispy with a spicy sweet sauce that paired well with the cucumber.  The husband had the carnitas sando, one of many pork sandwiches he had over the trip.  With a side of fried plantains, crispy and starchy and not enough places serve plantains!

Next morning up at 5:30 ish for race morning, we were super stoked to get a early start to our day after flying all day before.  Getting up way before sunrise is always fun and the husband always has such a spring in his step when he has to get up early.

After a forced and silent breakfast the walk to the start was brisk and sunny with a little frost on the foot bridge heading to downtown.

 

While the husband ran 13 miles, I warmed up with a cappuccino and cheered on runners as they went through town.  He didn’t make me wait too long.  I felt sad not being able to race, there was a cut off of 3:30 and I don’t think it would have happened.  Maybe they will add a 10k or 5k in the future for the non prepared pregnant folk.  I also don’t have much use for a bottle opener medal right now, but it’s still way cool.

Beer is always a good way to finish a race.  With no more early mornings ahead we could really get to work on relaxing.  It’s nice to not have plans or obligations.  Eat when hungry, sleep when tired.  Eating included lunch at The Lot, which is a permamnent food truck gathering with a covered eating area, beers on tap too.  Husband had Korean tacos, I am stuffing my face in the background with fish tacos, I could not make time for a picture.

We had a leisurely breakfast at La Magie, where I stopped the day before to get the husband a post race pastry (and one for me).

 

One day included way too much sun for our pasty Alaskan skin.  The sun and warmth was too glorious to not enjoy though.

 

The best cure for sunburn is to eat a lot of gelato, prevention with some sunblock may have been smart too.

Next, on to Portland.