Operation Turkey Trot

A while back, my darling brother slyly bullied encouraged me to sign up for a Turkey Trot. He was all “but then you can eat and drink like a pig all day guilt free!!!”

Hmph. And so I did.

I signed up for a 5K that was to start tomorrow morning at 8am in my town. It sold out (1000 runners) and you would get a long-sleeved tee (the main reason I pay to run).

I was dreading it because I have had awful problems lately with my feet falling asleep when I run and I have to keep stopping to shake them out. It’s not conducive to running in a herd.

My potential solution I came up with was to run this other 2 mile Turkey Trot one more town over. It started at 7:30am and the previously mentioned 5K started at 8am. I thought I might just have time to run the 2 miles and then drive over to pick up my t-shirt (I am now obsessed with this shirt, which will probably suck).

THEN I realized I could WIN THIS DILEMMA by simply running my OWN 5K tonight, and then going to pick up my t-shirt in the morning.

So after work tonight, I went out and ran exactly 3.1 miles. Slowly, and coldly, and uphilly…but I friggin did it. Gobbledy gobble.

 Slowest 5K run EVER, but I was laboring up those hills so the way I look at it is 44 minutes of huffy puffy cardio is better than 30!