Clearly, a Turkey Trot is the only way to start the Thanksgiving Festivities. My kind, running cousin agreed to run yet another race with me. I might have failed to mention to her that although this was only a 5K (we did a half-marathon last time), it was uphill the entire last half. Whoopsie. It was a lot of fun.
The youngest runner this year was 4, yes FOUR. Peach Pit's in training for next year.
THIS guy bailed on the whole running idea. Says he'll stick to swimming.
Now THIS turkey would make one awesome Thanksgiving feast!
She's currently thinking, "seriously Mom...another race?"
There was more food coming out...not much, but a little more. We enjoyed our little feast, the feast for three. We were grateful to have T with us, it is so nice for me to have family from my side out here. Peach Pit was supposed to join us for dinner, but I guess the thought of turkey made her drowsy and she missed the entire meal. Oh well, maybe next year!