The next race that we thought was a good idea was the Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving morning. Why the hell did we think getting up and exercising on Thanksgiving would be fun? We should be at home, nice and cozy, watching the parade, lazing around, preparing to stuff ourselves.
But no, here we were surrounded by 3,000 other nutters wearing turkey leg hats and pilgrim costumes, waiting to walk/run/crawl 5K as deer bounded by, causing the dogs at the race, that were not allowed, to go absolutely freakin' crazy!
And to top it off, this course was hilly! I am not talking a gradual incline, I am talking, you need cramp-ons to make it up the hill, while down on all fours. Fay didn't eat before the race (a common theme) and was starving about 1/3 of the way through. As we contemplated our after race meal, being a holiday, what would be open? We joked that since Jimmy John's is so freaky fast, maybe they could deliver at kilometer marker 2 so we could finish the race!
As we huffed and puffed up the hill, out comes the smart phone, the McDonald's number researched and a call placed to ensure they would be open when we were done! Having our priorities straight, we staggered up the final hill and finished the race. Then, it was time for our Egg McMuffin!
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