A tradition I simply won’t miss. My first TT was Thanksgiving 2003. This would be my 11th. Some Turkey Trots I ran with Greg, some alone, a few with B in the jogging stroller, I even ran during the pregnancy (only the 1-miler), and most recently, a few with Megan completing the 5-mile distance with me. Whether she understands it or not, she’s locked in from here going forward. Her reward is a calorie free day of eating and a venti Starbucks post-race. Hello, Thanksgiving Day tradition!
|Brrr! It was cold and icy!|