One other cute race shirt – I’ve actually liked all the Turkey Trot shirts over time, and this one was one other winner!

If it is Thanksgiving Day in School Station, meaning we begin it off by operating in our native Turkey Trot 5K.  It is a low-key race with no timing chips and no race clock, however the turnout is getting larger annually – the race started in 2010 with just a little over 400 members, and this yr there have been almost 1500 members…males, girls, kids, grandparents, canines – you identify it, everybody within the household reveals up.  Now we have turn out to be increasingly more informal in regards to the race, and this yr our group image was taken about one minute earlier than the race began:

Left to proper:  Julia, Karen, me, Ben, Andi, Diane, Jeff, Mick, Heather

After which we ambled over to the beginning line, the race started…and Diane and Heather ran again to Diane’s automobile to change out headphones.  Eh, no massive deal, I simply waited for Diane to get again and consider it or not, we weren’t even near being the final individuals throughout the beginning line.  Jeff ran with us as a result of he simply needed a pleasant chill run – together with his marathon coaching, he must be cautious as the large race will get nearer and nearer – he would not have to do something to harm himself proper now.

We ran 2:1 intervals; I would forgotten how hilly the neighborhood is that we run in, however there have been fixed hills.  Or slopes, relying on the place you are from, haha.  I felt fairly good in the course of the run which is notable solely as a result of for the final six months or so, operating has not been straightforward for me, even when it ought to have been.  We ran all the intervals aside from the one final massive hill proper earlier than the end line, as a result of, as Diane defined to Jeff, we needed to preserve so that we might have a very good robust end (and end line photograph, after all).  Jeff was all for that, and determined that we would have liked to do jazz arms as we completed.  Diane’s husband was on the end line and bought an image:

Love the man behind us entering into the jazz arms spirit!

After the race, it was pie and beer time – the beer drinkers had been all having Dammit Jim! taste (taste?  is that the way you describe a beer’s identify?) which cracked me up based mostly on the identify alone.  Cheers had been made throughout:

Diane and Jeff
Mick and Ben (Diane’s sons)
Heather (Diane’s daughter-in-law) and Diane
As an alternative of “maintain my beer” it was “maintain my pie” – and Jimmymeow obliged…and even returned it to me, uneaten!

After the race we had been simply hanging round, speaking and having fun with the post-race enjoyable, when the volunteers began passing out leftover entire pies and bunches of bananas – all of us scored!  Plus the pies had been already minimize into little slivers, which made for a fast snack on the drive house (or so I’ve heard…):

Pie for breakfast or first dessert?  Both manner, Thanksgiving started and ended with pumpkin pie!
One final merchandise.  Diane’s son Ben was carrying a shirt that a number of of us learn unsuitable, so I puzzled what y’all would say you see that it says (good evening Irene I actually can not write immediately).  Here is the shirt with good-natured Ben letting me take the image, figuring out it will be on the weblog – thanks, Ben!
So inform me – what do you learn this as?

As common, it was one other enjoyable Turkey Trot from starting to finish – there’s nothing higher than beginning Thanksgiving day with a 5K and the Renegades!

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