The Birth of a Tradition

Yesterday I got to run with my family. Now, I’ve run with them prior to this, but it was either one or two of them

A few months ago we decided that it would be a great idea to find a run that we could all run together. Naturally, Thanksgiving is the one day of the year that all of my nieces and nephews are home for the holiday on the actual holiday. So, they delegated me to find a local Turkey Trot 5k.

Having done that, I then got us registered. I found one that had chip timing (which I prefer).

so, we set out for the race site. There were about 700 runners. The course was a beautiful trail race, through pine-needle lined woods. We passed a creek where even the ducks cheered us on. The beauty of running with my family was that I knew I would have them at the finish line to help cheer me in. I finished 637 out of 700 runners and I was happy with that. I have been keeping consistent at a 16:25 min pace.

I am thankful that I finally got to run with my entire family. We had a great time and it began a new Thanksgiving tradition.


Also…I have an invitation to go view the Boston Marathon, as my nephew and his wife live in Newton, the site of Heartbreak Hill.

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