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I confess I’m not a runner. I’m a sprinter if something big, mean and ugly is after me but running for fun? No.
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So you might wonder why I signed up for a 5k Turkey Trot this Thanksgiving. I blame this on love for my daughter. She’s a great runner, doing half marathons plus she loves a good morning run.
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She’s coming for Thanksgiving and wants to do the 5k. The Trot is at 7:30am. On a holiday. In cold weather. I said I would trot along but most likely I’ll be walking like a turkey.
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We have wild turkeys on our land and they really do walk, trot, run and fly. They also do that bird neck thing. I’m seriously considering doing the 5k ala real turkey, neck movements and all. Maybe I can rent a turkey suit.
Don’t you think this would be a conversation starter? I’m all about conversations. Are you a runner? Any tips for me? I don’t suppose you have a spare turkey suit I can borrow?
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Give me a shout, leave a comment and let me know your best T-day story. You know, the one where Aunt Irene fell asleep on the couch and you drew on her face with permanent marker and tried to blame it on the cat.
