I'm learning what it means to sacrifice and humble yourself for the sake of encouraging another. When I was about 10 or maybe even younger, I began slugging/running the BCC Turkey Chase with my parents and sisters. Since then, I've probably run about 10 other Turkey Chase races sometimes with large caboodles of inspired friends and a few times alone. I'm dedicated to this race. Thanksgiving just isn't Thanksgiving unless I get a good run, whether in hot, cold, or even rainy weather. I've tried all three temperatures and every year, it reminds me of how good it feels to be healthy and able to run.
In college, I quickly realized that I was capable of running further than the basic 2 miler. Since then, I've run the 10k which is 6.2 miles and have graduated onto longer races even. I call myself a runner and quite proud of it. Strangely, after the July nuptials, I haven't had the marathon/presidential discipline I typically have. I feel lumpy now like a sack of sleepy potatoes.
So this year, I convinced Kevin to run the 2 miler, which took some convincing might I say, and I as a married woman, signed up for the 2 miler as well. That's right, I signed up for the 2 miler and while my desire and love would be to run the 10k, I decided to run with my man because he would like me to run with him. In some ways, I'm embarrassed, hoping that none of my running friends from my club will see me. At the same time, I'm glad to get to run this race in whatever capacity and to have my man run it with me. While he typically gets sick quite often, I'm glad to say that he has not gotten sick, despite the fact that he is teaching coughing germy buger filled 2nd graders. If that's what it takes for a man to succeed, maybe it is worth it. Maybe.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
(Photo: Julia helping me model one of many turkey chase shirts. )
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