Thanksgiving day, a day when we eat until we can’t move and then we eat some more, it is also a day when we give thanks for everything good that has come to us and for what is yet to come, a day when everyone gets up and eagerly awaits for the time to dig into their glorious turkey feast. Just like everyone that is how my day used to go but this thanksgiving day my wife and I decided that we would do something different and well if you read the title and guessed that we ran a 5k, you guessed right. Yes we signed up for a 5k why? You may ask, well, we wanted to start a new yearly tradition and we enjoy participating in these types of events. This was a different experience because we have only participated in these during the summer, the weather was way colder and our old people joints were not having it. Even with all of our joints crackling and popping like fireworks during the Fourth of July, we put on our warmest exercising clothes and on our way we went. On the way there we saw that the temperature was in the high thirties with an even colder wind chill.
“why the hell did we sign up for this?”
I turned and asked my wife and continued to complain about how cold it was, she vaguely agreed and assured me that we will have fun. Still I was not convinced, To me it seemed like the temperature was a big reason for people to not participate, so I felt like the turnout was not going to be very good. To my surprise there were a ton of people, the turnout immediately changed my mind I went from let’s go home to let’s go do this. The start of the race was a bit slow but once the crowd started to spread out it became easier to run I turned to my wife and told her to let me know when she wanted to slow down and “shockingly” she didn’t, as I felt myself getting into the zone I realized that I could no longer see my wife out of the corner of my eye so I stopped and tried to find her. After a minute had passed I decided that I was going to keep going plus I figured that she didn’t want to really keep up with me because we always end up arguing at these types of events because I want her to keep running and she wants to do it at her own pace. Towards the end I waited for her until she could catch up and we ran the last quarter of a mile together and no more complaints about the cold weather. At the end of the race they had cookies, donuts and coffee, I must admit I did have fun and we managed to cut our finish time by four minutes, I feel like this new tradition is something that I will be looking forward to every year.
Dad looks confused 