Yakima or bust!

How did I get here? I’ve spent the last two days helping my sister at a work convention in Yakima, Washington. I know, yak-i–what? It was a totally random spur-of- the-moment decision. For now, I'm into being spontaneous, I’m still in the foot healing process so I can run/cross train anywhere and my sister needed company.

So poof! Before I knew it my bags were packed, I hopped in the Lincoln navigator and headed to what I thought was a quick jaunt inland from Seattle. Turns out 6 hours later we arrived in small-town hickville in what looked like a cold desert.  I quickly realized my dreams of manicures and designer bags were just that, dreams but coffee, free food and a good attitude made our trip hilarious.

We had good tunes, shopped for Halloween costumes at the local Target (pronounced tarj-eah) and dined on endless salad and breadsticks at the local Olive Garden. I didn't realized how much I missed pasta - it's so good. From the outside, the idea of the trip sounded like a disaster but we had so much random, relaxing fun. I helped my sister set up her booth (a black unmarked tub that just made it through the security checkpoint at the border), provided her with endless coffee and pretended I knew what I was talking about at the conference.

I also obviously got my runs in. What I love about running is that you can see a lot of a town and explore areas you probably would never go if you were driving. From what I saw Yakima is full of pawn shops, used car/used lawn mower/used tractor lots and repair garages (which actually makes a lot of sense).

As long as I can run and have coffee I’m easy to please. Throw in some lasagne and I'm in heaven. It also helps that we took off early from the conference to squeak in some Nordstroms shopping at Bellevue Square.  Tory Burch flats and good company I'm in!

xo Becks