The Huckleberry Half on Saturday August 7 was by far the most beautiful half marathon I have ever been part of. Running alongside roads on Mt. Hood provided an escape from the city and from screens that I needed so much. And I ended up with my favorite race shirt EVER. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Living in SE Portland meant a 4:30am alarm to get to Welches for packet pick-up and a 7:30am…