10k in 10 degrees.

I ran (okay maybe slowly jogged or limped dragging my bad leg while whistling war songs from the 40's) the turkey trot this year. This might seem tempting to you. You might think that this would give you free license to eat all the stuffing and pie you can get your hands on while smugly telling people that you are just sooo hungry from the race you ran that morning. More gravy please. I'm here to tell you holidays are not for exercising.


Your husband might take a picture of you looking like a boy with a ponytail.



As we drove to the race site I watched the thermometer slowly drop and drop on the dashboard. I briefly considered peeing my self while racing for a happy moment of heat. I opted out because I realized post pee my pants would freeze and that would cause uncomfortable chafing.

I met my chicas and learned that one of them had forgot an ear warmer. There were several children under the age of ten that had quality looking headbands but we were pretty sure they could all out run us. And knock us down and take our keys. Not worth it. Somehow she survived with her ears still attached.

I think I just regained feeling in my toes 37 minutes ago.

Monsters prefer heat and bananas to eat that aren't frozen. Warm meat > frozen fruit.


Post race we started a fight with each other just to see if we could still feel anything. Physically or emotionally.