The 10 mile Turkey Trot might be one of my favorite races. You get a shirt, a free turkey, and 10 miles is challenging distance without messing with your head. This year was a bit warm and rainy, but after last year's 18 degree temps, I'll take upper 50's and wet clothes.
No records were going to be set this day. Paul and I had gone to a wedding of some of our friends from college the night before and even though we took it easy, beers were still had and I don't think they mean cupcakes when they talk about carb-loading.
The wedding was fun, and it was nice to see people I haven't seen since college but man, I felt old that night. Several times they would play a song and everyone would jump onto the dance floor and I'd be left at the table thinking: "I don't know this song. How did all these people learn how to do this dance? Should I be concerned that the bride's grandma can 'wobble' and I, well IDK. I just IDK!"
Also someone made a joke about an "8 ball" and I was like, "Oh I don't play pool" but really they were joking about drugs. Yup, I'm old and a bit of a square, but that's part of my charm.
We called it a night at 9:15.
Old. Nerds.
The next morning was race day. Thankfully the race wasn't until 9:30. Beer and Cupcakes.
The girls decided to level down to the 2 mile to help with a recovering knee injury. Paul and I went ahead with the 10 mile because I'm on a mission to burn calories to offset my wine and cupcake intake. Paul ran with me again this year because . . . well because of beer. He drank beers the night before and that was enough to slow him down to my more modest pace.
I tried really hard to look for the photographers and smile(ish) this year - normally they catch me when I am grimacing or using my shirt to wipe sweat from my forehead (I'm so Fancy).
My girls never let me down and they met us at mile 6 to run us in to the finish line.
FINISH LINE!
Official time: 1:29:08 8:55/mile
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