Staying true to the plan...

My track record with job searches has been an interesting one. During my first stint in Portland post-college, I really lacked a proper focus: I wasn't sure whether I wanted to stay in Portland, what exactly I wanted to do, etc. After 12 months of odd jobs, living at home and just general floundering I got the job at the Oregon Sports Authority; a great first job that really exposed me to the Portland business community.

Three years later, Becca and I moved to Minnesota for her job. Although I didn't have any leads in moving there, I felt confident that the stronger business community would lead to plenty of opportunities. Approximately 2 weeks after moving to the Twin Cities, 9/11 happened and with it came a definite downturn in hiring. Over the next 14 months I did just about everything; from processing house loans to collecting debts for Best Buy before my job search finally came to a satisfactory conclusion with my position at FanBuzz. Again another good step forward in my professional career.

Upon our return to Oregon I felt confident in my job search. Starting the MBA program gave me an excellent talking point with interviewers, a way to enhance my own job skills as well as a window into the general business community and how my strengths would best provide value to various types of companies. Things were looking up when I got my contract with Nike; however this ended up finishing up sooner than expected and most of the summer was spent looking for work instead of gaining valuable experience.

During my search I found a very interesting Account Manager position with an interactive company that had a diverse client base including Nike Golf, Norwegian Cruise Lines, Xerox, Clif Bar and Smartwool. It was a perfect fit given my skills and where I wanted to head as a professional. The only reason I hesitated to apply for the position was that it was based in Hood River, about 70 miles from Portland. Taking the "nothing ventured, nothing gained" approach in the end I elected to apply, had a phone interview and then was invited to Hood River for two in-person interviews.

The company is a great company; at about 35 people it's a good size, they're doing great work, the people and work environment are hard working yet relaxed and the idea of living in Hood River appealed to both Becca and me at many levels. Additionally the position would have been a step up for me in terms of responsibility, salary, etc.

After about 3 weeks of interviewing, I was offered the position. In both of my previous searches, I took the first position offered to me; partially because the search was so long in both cases and I was afraid that another opportunity would be a long time coming. In this case it was a very difficult decision. On one side was the great professional opportunity being presented to me. On the other side was something we've focused on with our return to Portland: quality of life. With 16 months left of school and telecommuting even a day a week nixed by the company, I would be looking at a minimum of 20 hours a week driving back and forth from Portland to Hood River. Needless to say, this wasn't sounding like a very good quality of life. In addition, one of the biggest drivers in returning to Oregon was being close to our families again. We're loving the easy access of having almost everybody w/in 30 minutes, everybody w/in an hour forty-five and having Jon & Lori w/in 5 minutes. Moving an additional hour away from everybody, especially as we're about to start our family, just seemed like the wrong direction.

In what can only be described as a leap of faith and the first real test of our "new" lives, I chose quality of life and turned down the position. Although I am confident that I will be able to find a job here in Portland, it was very difficult to pass on such a good opportunity; in fact, had it been in Portland I would have accepted it in an instant. For both me and us as a couple it was the right decision. However it did not make it any easier to say no. There is a little part of me that really hopes that by choosing life over work I'm making the right decision.

Brian

Photo: taking time to smell the roses at the Portland International Rose Garden

Running on down the road....

6.2 miles down, where's the beer?

When you live with somebody, you become exposed to new things and learn to share interests. While Brian and I both grew up playing sports, we liked different things. I played soccer and tennis (and later ultimate frisbee), and I would run merely as a means to an end (i.e., only to get in and stay in shape for the activities I actually enjoyed). Brian, on the other hand has always been a distance runner since his high school days.

Since we've been together he's been diligent about getting his miles in, both for exercise's sake and mental health. I've been a little more hit and miss about it. However since we've been back from our trip I've actually been starting to find running if not enjoyable, then at least not unenjoyable. Though I'm running a lot slower than when I was in college (mid-high nines instead of mid eights), I'm running for more miles a week and for longer runs.

Then a few weeks ago Brian competed in the 26th Annual Hood-to-Coast Relay, a 24 hour plus, 197 mile race from halfway up Mt. Hood to the town of Seaside on the coast. I was one of the team volunteers so I got to experience some of the event with him and I was hooked. The team had so much fun and had such a sense of accomplishment for their achievement that I just left really wishing I could be part of it too. Maybe next year. But in the meantime Sarah, the captain of Brian's HTC team, urged us to take part in the Pints to Pasta 10K race (which runs from a brewery to the Old Spaghetti Factory) this weekend.

She said it was one of the more fun 10Ks in the area and would have a lot of the members there from a running club we were thinking of joining. I really wanted to feel challenged and part of something after watching HoodtoCoast so in a rash moment I agreed. Of course, a 10K is 6.2 miles and I hadn't run anything farther than 4 miles or so since we've been back. Over the last two weeks I managed to sneak in a 4.5 and then at last a 5.9 mile run to double check that I could actually run far enough. With a data point of one supporting me, I was good to go.

My goals this morning were threefold, all potentially achieavable but increasing in their "stretch-ness":

1) Finish the 6.2 miles without walking

2) Finish the 6.2 miles under a 10 minute mile pace

3) Finish the 6.2 miles under 1 hour (9:39 pace)

Not only had I not run this far in 10+ years (if ever), but I've only ever run in one another race-like event. I really wasn't sure how to handle the crowds at the start, let alone in the lines for the porta potties! Brian was great though. He was very encouraging and kept telling me he had total confidence in my ability to do it. Then it was time for a quick kiss before he headed to the "fast people" part of the start area and I moved back towards the slow folks part. Before I knew it we were off.

I had a game plan for the run: Keep the 10 min mile pace for the first half, then gradually speed up for for the second. I figured that was my best chance of not blowing up during the course and hitting my goals. However, the race gods had other plans. The first mile was downhill so I knew I'd probably run a little faster. Also, pretty much everybody was running past me so it was really hard for me to get a sense of what pace I was running. When I hit the first mile marker I saw that I'd run it in 9:15. Hmmm. Yeah, not keeping that pace up for 5 more miles....

I managed to get my pace more under control as the race continued and also managed to avoid the train and street car that got in the way of faster runners. (I figured that was just slow runner karma). The race course itself was really nice: down the river bluff, across one of Portland's myriad bridges, and then 3+ miles along the riverfront path infront of downtown. I was doing ok through 4, then tried to speed up some. That didn't work so well, so I slowed down again, then decided to push it again at 5 miles. I was right on a 10 minute mile pace. I thought maybe if I pushed it for the last mile and I might even break an hour. This ended up not feeling so good.

Right about then my dear husband appeared, jogging his cool-down along the route and looking to cheer me on. Usually I appreciate his encouragement, but at this point I was just trying to dig down and finish the damn thing. And besides, I had been telling myself it wasn't much farther at each turn, and he kept giving me realistic distances (which were longer than I'd told myself). At about .4 mile left though I got a little bit of a second wind and got a little bit less grumpy. It was nice to know that he was there supporting me. I was finally able to kick it up a gear the last 200 yards and even ran down a lumbering man. (Brian told me afterwards he was rooting for me to pass the guy but thought it might be a little rude to be yelling at me to do it).

And the result of my very first 10K?

1) I didn't walk

2) I ran at a 9:53 pace

3) I finished in 1 hour, 1 minute, 20 seconds.

All in all, I can accept that. Just think if I had actually trained?!

And what about my chief cheerleader? Well, 6 miles is a walk in the park for him; he does it pretty regularly. So he was thinking more about pace. His goals (considering that he's been feeling off all week):

1) Finish in less than a 7 minute mile pace

2) Finish under 40 minutes (6:27 pace)

His finish: 39 minutes, 29 seconds. Not half bad!

So satisfied and proud we hung out with Sarah and her friends afterwards, and enjoyed a nice post-race breakfast of pasta and beer on beautiful sunny morning. I could maybe get used to this running thing...

Becca

Hood To Coast Report

16 years ago as a HS senior, I ran Hood to Coast, a local relay race that covers 197 miles from Mt. Hood to the town of Seaside on the Oregon coast. It's quite the challenge: most teams take between 22-30 hours to finish and each of the 12 members are responsible for running three legs that each average 5-6 miles during that time span. During my time in Portland post-college I always was busy with ultimate frisbee and never ran the race even though I always had it in the back of my mind. However this summer, with my legs in pretty good shape and itching for some sort of challenge, I decided I wanted to run it again. However one problem persisted: I had no team. Enter the kind folks of Slow Code. I jumped on the Red Lizards message board (the Lizards are a local running club) and posted a want ad with my basic info and desire for a team. Sarah, a physician's assistant at OHSU, emailed me back the same day and told me their team of surgeons and doctors needed an extra set of legs. With my in-race health taken care of, I became a member of the team. Fast forward to last Thursday where our team met in person to have a pasta feed and discuss the details. It was there that I found out that 1) I was the only person who'd run the race before 2) there were a few people who weren't completely aware what they'd gotten into and 3) one of our runners put zero as their 10k time (the times are used to estimate your team's predicted finish), the HtC officials didn't catch it and we were assigned a much faster start time than initially predicted. That being said, everyone seemed nice, laid back and looking forward to the task at hand. Friday came around and I had the nervous energy working. Outside of a 25k race in February that I ran with my friend Mark, I hadn't run a race in years. I've been running all year but most of them have been at similar speeds; I really had no idea what I might have in the tank. As a result, I had the following plan for my legs:

Leg 1 (3.93 miles-1000 foot elevation drop-easy): Not blow out my quads on the downhill. Shoot for 6:30 pace.
Leg 2 (7.25 miles-rolling hills-hard): Run a controlled pace (7:00ish), pass some people and have something in the tank for the final leg.
Leg 3 (5.98 miles-rolling hills-medium): Empty said tank :-)

Pre-Race: Van 1 (Sarah, Dave, Matt, Joe, Karl and myself) met up at OHSU and headed up the mountain. The ice got broken when Sarah picked up a speeding ticket, with the special bonus of the officer telling her that "just because she sped doesn't make her a bad person". Once at the mountain, we checked in and soaked in the atmosphere. 20 teams leaving every 15 minutes made for a hectic yet fun starting line. Teams ranged everywhere from serious teams like the Hot Tamales (a top women's team) to costumed teams like The Superheroes and a team from Mexico decked out in wrestling masks. We'd see the first two teams over most of the course. Also of note was the man with scrub bottoms and no shirt who was nice enough to draw an anatomically correct heart on our van.
Leg 1 (23:17; 4 road kills @ 5:55 pace): I took a butchered hand off from Dave (we ended up chest to head at one point as Dave is about 6'1") and set off down the hill. Nike's involvement this year as a title sponsor led to a much larger international contingent (they evidently flew employees and suppliers over all expenses paid). This was evident as the first two people I passed were from Turkey and Norway. I then proceeded to not see anyone else until the last half mile. At that point, I saw the Dairy Queen and knew I was almost home. Although I felt like I ran "controlled", I ended up going a WEE bit faster than expected. A bizarre first leg because of the speed (I was going downhill) and the fact that I had the shortest leg by almost two miles. It almost felt like I'd barely done any work. That is until I went to walk to the van and felt my quads shake a bit. Uh oh...

Leg 2 (49:58; 24 road kills @ 6:53 pace): Upon completion of the sixth leg, our van went through the back roads and crashed for two hours at our house as we were about 4 miles from where we'd be taking back over the race from van 2. We would have gotten there earlier but we made the mistake of letting Karl warm down after his leg; about 30 minutes later the search party finally found him in a packed to the gills Fred Meyer parking lot. It was nice to be able to sleep in my own bed though the wake up call came way too quickly. Back on went the clothes (with new underwear and socks) and out the door we went into the heart of the night. My next leg was going to be a challenge. Over 7 miles of rolling hills in the middle of the night. As I waited for the hand off, I realized that there was an ever increasing gap between the previous runner and myself. My competitive side took over as I wanted to bridge the gap immediately. As I took the hand off I had to force myself to keep in control and just slowly catch people. And catch them I did; 14 people in the first 4 miles. This made the darkness a little more doable as you always had a bobbing light ahead of you to chase down. After the 14th person, there was then a gap of 2 miles where no one was to be found and I kept myself occupied by admiring the stars in the clear night sky. The last mile or so was where I really had fun; passing 10 people and pushing it JUST a little bit to a) come in under 7 minute pace and b) pass an additional 10 people. Of course, the next leg was a short one so my warm down consisted of running back to the van and racing off to the next hand off. Overall though the legs felt pretty good.

Leg 3 (39:35; 34 road kills @ 6:37 pace): In between legs, we tried to get some more sleep though this time I was much less successful. Somehow a giant horse field didn't feel quite as nice as my own bed. Go figure. In its stead was about half a can of Coke and handfuls of our newly found 55oz bag of Peanut M&M's. That's the best thing about a race like this; you can eat whatever you want knowing full well you're going to burn it off at some point. Overall though my intake was pretty basic and race related; lots of fluids (to the point that it seemed every time I took in water or gatorade I was immediately going to the Honey Bucket), peanut butter bagels and Clif Bars. After various levels of sleep and in my case narrowly avoiding getting sucked up by the Honey Bucket cleaners, we were on the course for our final legs. My final leg was rolling hills approaching the coast range (our superstar Joe actually had to climb the coast range in his final leg). As I waited for the hand off, my competitive side was getting stoked as I saw numerous people take off in various levels of discomfort ahead of me. I felt pretty good considering I'd run over 11 miles to this point. So I looked at Sarah and told her and some of my team members to be ready for me at 40 minutes. I got a few skeptical looks and I prefaced it by saying that I might not make it on time, but I wanted to give myself a challenge. The leg itself was trickier than advertised; a lot of dusty roads as they were doing construction in this stretch of the course. It's amazing how you can trick a body to run faster than it wants, simply by challenging it to catch the "next person" ad nauseum. That's exactly what I did, dodging pot holes all along the way and racking up 34 road kills. I approached a stretch where there was a tent and what looked like an exchange point. Knowing I was somewhere in my last mile I started sprinting thinking it was the finish line. As I got closer though I realized I was wrong; it was just a few locals with a really nice setup watching the runners. Right as I was ready to shift gears and slow down, I could HEAR the finish line. Not knowing how much longer it was, I said "screw it" and shifted into overdrive. Waiting for me at the finish line? My lovely wife, who'd worked a double shift as a volunteer and by pure luck came up to our exchange right as our van pulled in. A very welcome prize for finishing the final leg in 39:35. One thing to note though was the amount of support one receives on the course. Being a runner whose team didn't stop along the way to cheer (which was fine; we were hard pressed a number of times to just get to the hand off in time) it was nice to have random folks cheering you on as you plugged along. This came in handy on the final leg as people were cheering you on, giving you an idea as to how much further you had to go, etc. There is a definite sense of togetherness that goes with doing an event of this magnitude.

Post-Race: Once our final runner finished (Karl actually was able to pass the van, hand off and walk back to us still stuck in traffic trying to get to the exchange point), we headed off to Seaside. We knew it would be another 4-5 hours until our team came in so we, being the smart Van 1 folks we were, limped out of the van and partook in the beer and hamburgers being sold at the finish line. It was great after such a hard effort to be able to sit back, trade war stories and just generally laugh about what we'd accomplished. What had started out as 6 individuals had combined into a tight knit team of runners proud of the work they'd put in. Given the competitive nature of the group and the fact that everyone in it had done races at some point, there was a realization that we fed off each other to produce faster times than expected. Good thing too; Van 2 while also having a fun time had a much more laissez faire approach. A quick guesstimate had our van average 7 min miles while the other van averaging 9. Needless to say both group were happy to be where they were. In fact, when we took a final picture of Van 1, my prompt of "Carried them on 3" got the biggest laughs of the weekend.

So about 7:30pm, 90 minutes under the cutoff, our final leg came in. We all congregated and crossed the line as a team. At 26 hours, 19 minutes (8:01/mile pace), we finished in the top 25% of teams and were about 45 minutes over what we'd been projected at which was pretty good since that time was considering only 11 of our runners. We took a few team pictures and then just like that, it was over. Most everyone drove back to Portland that night and were itching to get on the road. Becca and I elected to stay in town, enjoy the experience and head back the next day. Thankfully that involved lots of pit stops as my increasingly sore legs appreciated the wandering through the streets of Seaside and Astoria.

Overall, Hood to Coast was a fantastic experience. I had great teammates, Becca got to see up close what the experience entails, I got to feed my competitive side (so much so that I think I'm going to do a few more races this fall) and I'm already ready to do it again next year. Though maybe next time I'll shoot for more roadkill :-)

Brian