Nike and Tracktown, USA

The day started slowly, but with made-to-order omelets so I'm not complaining. It's hard to move a family of four out of a hotel, particularly when one of the four seems to absolutely love hotels. She thinks hotels are the vacation destination. We had other ideas. I give my sister credit because kids might slow her down a bit, but they definitely don't stop her. We drove a short way to Beaverton to locate the Nike World Headquarters. I'd heard good things about HQ, but I was unprepared for the Nike Campus. I like Nike ads and some of their products, but never before had I wanted to work there. After visiting the campus, I want to work there. They had soccer fields and tracks. We heard about weight rooms and every building seemed to house a small museum of famous sports figures. The campus was beautiful and like college except the yards were better trimmed and the dorms were noticeably absent. College for adults with an adult-sized rec center. We saw a lunch break soccer game going. This was the day before a holiday weekend too. Wow.

We left Nike drooling and set our sites on Eugene. We got distracted by an outlet mall. Then it was traveling with my family. There's something about an outlet mall that speaks to us. Judging by the crowds, we must not be alone. Much much later, we finally arrived in Eugene, Oregon also known as Tracktown, USA.

Tracktown USA lived up to its billing. We ate dinner at Tracktown Pizza where the pizza was good and the decorations were track-related. It was like we'd entered an alternate universe and track had replaced football as the town's chosen sport. This was the alternate universe Applebee's. After dinner we went to the famous Hayward Field at the University of Oregon. The gates were wide open and the end of a high school meet was in progress. We got sunsets and rainbows and a preview of the cheering crowds. We wandered around the whole stadium, a stadium dedicated to track, and even got a few moments on the track itself. It was something else.

On my birthday, I got to run with Kevin on Pre's trail. The trail, which wasn't that easy to find, was built for Steve Prefontaine and is a wonderful soft surface through a rolling park. It takes the runner in loops, but seems so separated from the world. The trail was shared by many runners and walkers, but the trees and turns allowed for a certain solitude. The afternoon was for the Pre Classic. This track meet is now part of the Diamond League series and attracts some big names. It also attracted a sold-out crowd of over 12,000. Incredible! To have 12,000 people pumped up about track and field, cheering on the jumpers with claps and standing on the last lap of distance races was just awesome. I'd purchased my tickets late, but I still had good seats on the first turn with a fine view of the finish line. I wouldn't be able to call any photo finishes, but it was a good view. We saw 20 people break the 4:00 minute mark during the International Mile (1600m) and Bowerman's mile. It was almost unbelievable. The steeplechase was a thrill and so was the 5000. It was amazing to see Matt Tegankamp, a former challenger, grown up, ripped and chugging to a 13:25 finish. The crowd was cheering the last lap of the 5000 like crazy. They really appreciated distance events. It was great.

I finished the evening with another tiring run on Pre's Trail with my sister. Then we had dinner with a 400m Duck runner and his mother at Papa's Soul Food and ice cream at Prince Puckler's. Both were delicious and both had more people talking track.

I didn't have time to dream of track that night because I had to catch an early train back to Portland. When I arrived in Portland a sense of familiarity washed over me. Well, it did once I figured out where I was and how to take the light rail to the airport. With a little time on my hands, I stopped in to a fine little cafe serving Stumptown coffee. It was my first Northwest coffee. It was a good cup, but I'm no expert. I felt at home drinking my coffee, reading about traffic, and waiting for the light rail. Then I glanced at my hulking backpack, headed out for 12 hours of traveling and caught dozens of fireworks shows at a time as my plane cruised through Pittsburgh and on in to Baltimore.

Thanks, America. That was a good trip.