Never Say Never

Since I already bored shared with my Facebook friends my Turkey Trot pictures, I wasn’t going to bother posting about it.  But after my boys said I was slacking off a bit on my blogging, I decided to share the day with you, just to prove to you all that I’m not a total slacker.  And hey, I got nothing else for you.

I meant it with my entire heart and soul when I said I was done running 5K races.  The novelty was gone.   It wasn’t really fun anymore.  And even though I train more than I ever did, my time just keeps getting worse.  I’ve peaked.  It’s so sad. 😦

Meanwhile, the forces that be (like my active family) keep after me to stay young and healthy.  Sometimes I wonder if hubby is just afraid of what I’d look like if I didn’t run at all, knowing how much I love to eat!

Looks like fun, huh?

Anyway, Thanksgiving Day turned out to be a perfect running day.  Even at 9:00 in the morning it was sunny and bright, with just a nip in the air.  Youngest Son had picked up our race packets and T-shirts the night before and somehow got roped into being the Turkey.  He was the perfect turkey, handing out the awards at the end, socializing with the racers, and posing for numerous photos.  It was hilarious and I think he’s glad he did it…once.  He was overheard telling some people that “it was not a good life choice.”  The turkey costume added about 10 pounds to his athletic body and several minutes to his run time.  It was an ancient, hot costume with a plaster mold inside the head that gave him almost zero visibility since the only holes were the two eyes, and those eyes did not correspond to where a human’s eyes would be.Me and my boys before the race

Since I started the race somewhere in the middle of the pack, I completely missed the show at the start of the race.  The hard-core runners usually gather at the front, not wanting to waste any time getting stuck behind some slow runner and shaving minutes off their time.  These people actually have a shot at the trophies.  Youngest Son, being the star of the day and all, muscled his way to the front.  One reason was because he thought it might be safer up there with nobody in front of him, being that he couldn’t see and all.  What he didn’t realize was that even though they were in the front, people would cross in front of him.  Legs got tangled with his turkey drumsticks, and about thirty people went down, including the turkey.  Some people that witnessed it said it was like a domino effect.  I had no knowledge of this until I heard people asking the turkey how he was after the race.  I was too busy trying to make my breakaway in the middle of the pack.  I was boxed in on all sides and could barely break into a trot.

suffering on the final hill

I have to admit, I actually had fun, although it certainly wasn’t obvious from the expression on my face when I was climbing the hills.  The music, the camaraderie, all the familiar faces and the beautiful day made for a fun experience.  A lot of money was raised for local charities and many calories were burned for maximum turkey feast enjoyment.  I can’t say for sure if I’ll do another race.  And no matter what I say, there’s no reason to believe me.

7 Responses to “Never Say Never”

  1. 1 lynette November 29, 2009 at 11:28 pm

    hey les, good for you! it sounds like it was a blast and i am glad you all enjoyed the day! i hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving with your family…

    and now, the question of the day… will you keep running? 🙂

  2. 3 Cyndi November 30, 2009 at 7:23 am

    Glad you had a good time and your son didn’t get injured when he got trampled!

  3. 4 Tammy November 30, 2009 at 2:29 pm

    This looks like so much fun! I am going to try, yes I say TRY, to get my family to do a run next year before we gorge ourselves…we shall see!!

    • 5 les@mamaneeds2rant November 30, 2009 at 4:09 pm

      ooh, do it Tammy. Misery loves company, and I can think of you guys plodding along as further motivation to keep me going.

      Seriously though, it is a fun family thing to do. Our race allows dogs, which is so cute. And there are kids, siblings, parents, and even grandparents that race. Some make it a yearly tradition.

  4. 6 robinaltman November 30, 2009 at 4:17 pm

    That sounds like fun. I think your son makes an adorable turkey. I can’t believe he ran in that thing! Basically he ran in a sweltering oven while blind. He can put that on his resume.

    You guys look pretty darn good for the final hill!

    • 7 les@mamaneeds2rant November 30, 2009 at 4:20 pm

      Thanks, Robin, but actually my face stayed a tomato shade of red for about a half hour after the race. Not quite so noticeable on the picture. And Youngest Son WAS an adorable brave turkey!

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