Today, I’m thankful for the Turkey Trot. It’s become a tradition in our family to run (or walk) a 5K together on Thanksgiving morning. The weather was perfect this morning, and running through the woods with the sun shining through the trees was just the way to start a day dedicated to being grateful.
The Turkey Trot is a funny thing. It’s not a fast race, really…but then, it’s not about the time. It’s about going outside in the morning and running or walking with a bunch of other like-minded people before we stuff ourselves full of carbs and turkey and sugar and then crash on the sofa for a nap. The level of participation in our family varies from year to year. One year, it was almost everyone on my mom’s side. This year, it was just us – my husband, my children, my parents.
I’m grateful for my body, for my legs and feet, for the chance to run with my family and be together today. I’m grateful for the members of my family who didn’t run this year. I’m grateful for my parents, who pushed the double and single joggers so George and I could run with our hands free. I’m grateful for the three little stroller occupants, who cheered when they saw me after the race. And I’m excited that the race is done. Soon the food will be ready, we’ll be gathering around a table with everyone, and there will be food. I think I burned the corn pudding, but George didn’t burn the pies…and since we already ran this morning, I’m planning to eat as much pie as I want. (The rule of thumb is 100 calories per mile run or walked, but I don’t normally count calories, and I’m certainly not going to start today.)
And, although this isn’t the focus of my gratitude, I’m happy about the race I ran. I beat my post-twin PR by almost a minute, coming in at 33:03. I felt good, I had fun, and I didn’t get sick. It might just be a 5K, but it feels kind of like redemption.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.