Well it is once again that time of year when people make their way out of bed and over to the local Turkey Trot (usually a 5K, maybe with a 10K). This is excuse enough to stuff their faces with even more gratuituously unhealthy, butter and shortening ridden food that almost certainly accumulates mass amounts of plaque in the arteries. But that's okay, Thanksgiving is an American institution, and it would be foul of me to diss on it anymore.
No, the real subject of this post is running on Thanksgiving. This year I chose to break tradition and not race today. Why? you might ask. Thanksgiving is an all around perfect day to race, is it not? Well, it ususally is, but this year it wasn't. Coming off a dissapointing Cross Country season (of which I will speak no more of) I am flat out just tired of racing. I mean, a month ago, I was still having multi-week races, which are hard on the body, mind, and spirit. Running to me isn't about stress. A week ago I sat down and told myself I would not stress about this ritualistic race. So I decided not to take part in a sanctioned event. But today, I will either be going on a 4 mile easy run or a treadmill tempo run. I will decide later in the day.
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