I’m a total no-nonsense runner. I know I’m weird, but I don’t run for the bling or the race shirts. I wish I could say that I run for sheer enjoyment, but that’s not the case either. Running hurts. Yet, like most runners, as soon as I drag myself across one finish line I’m already plotting my next event. It’s been a few years since I’ve run the Oregon Wine Country Half Marathon and I…