Sunday, November 30, 2014

First Is Better Than Last But Last Is Better Than Nothing

Have you wondered why most people run the Turkey Trot?  I'll tell you why.  It's the gloating.  Don’t act surprised.  You know people don’t drag themselves to the Turkey Trot because they want to wheeze, gasp for air and become too tired to even wipe the snot from their nose because they think it’s good for them.  Or because it will give them an excuse to eat more.  Heck no.  They do it because they want to be able to gloat that THEY did it and YOU did not. 

Dean and Angus and I ran our first ever Turkey Trot Thanksgiving morning.  And by that I mean we ran until we got to any snow-covered pavement where we would slow down to a brisk walk.  Don’t let this photo fool you. It was a balmy 50 or so degrees so there were lots and lots many a few one or two places where the snow had melted off the pavement.  Anyway, walking on the snow parts was a safety issue.  I’d already slipped on the ice at home and introduced my right hip to the sidewalk so I was “running” injured.  Otherwise I’m sure we could have kept up our swift pace and finished the 2.8 miles right alongside those three sweaty guys who lapped us twice.  And just so we’re clear, I ran it because I knew it would be good for me.  I would never dream of gloating. 


Friday night the mild temperatures continued as we participated in another first for us – the Sheridan Christmas Stroll – where all the townsfolk who don’t have the fortitude or get-up-and-go to run the Turkey Trot stroll up and down Main Street and support the local businesses by eating cookies ... 


 drinking hot chocolate .....


riding the trolley ...



 and the train ...



visiting with Santa and shopping  – all to the accompaniment of Christmas music.


  Our evening ended with a burst of color in the sky ...


and a stroll back to the car ...

where somebody started a snowball fight which ended when an errant snowball found Myra’s face and she saw her own burst of color.





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4 comments:

Jackie Thomson-Bremer said...

Dean 'ran'? Pretty adventurous for a Thanksgiving Day, on both your parts! Happy Thanksgiving (belated)!!

Art Elser said...

I used to run the New Years Day Run at 8 AM, January 1st, in Colorado Springs so I could gloat. But it was painful, especially after a night of . . . well you know. Who is Myra? And who is the "somebody" who started throwing snowballs? Fess up. And did you gloat when Myra saw "her own burst of color"?

Of course Dean "ran." Didn't Cathy have to bring a turkey to enter? ;-)))

Cathy said...

Jackie--Dean has had lots of practice running from my honey-do list!

Cathy said...

Art--Myra is our middle grandchild. I make it practice to never fess up to anything. Well, anything that could be seen as less than admirable anyway.