Then Sunday was the Portland Marathon. Action Hero Melissa was participating in it, so I went to cheer her on. My brother has volunteered at the marathon for years, so I tracked him down at mile 12. Right when I was giving him his coffee and pastry, Melissa and her friend Michelle went by! Poor Melissa trained her butt off but got injured, so she couldn’t really run. I saw her again at about mile 18 on the St. John’s Bridge, the prettiest bridge in Portland. Here’s the view from the bridge and a shot as I was driving over it:
I then somehow ended up going shopping with my brother. We both bought shoes at REI (and yes, Carolyn, my orthotics fit into them). I also briefly saw my parents. My mother is on medication because she had a wacko reaction to either her flu or pneumonia shot, and my father? Well, he tried to pawn off a rack for miniature souvenir spoons on me. When I declined his offer, he muttered something about “this crazy family.” Ummmm, yeah.