The Trots…
In New York and San Francisco, you can find a race almost every weekend. Here, not as much — so when the Parks & Rec folks threw a Turkey Trot, heck yeah, trot that bird. (Plus, it was free WITH a long-sleeved tee.)
It seemed like a perfect idea until you know, the season of turkey happens to be in the season of hard frost and 28 degrees. And then the long sleeves start to feel like less of a good deal.
I believe even the “prize turkeys” were frozen. (I declined my raffle ticket.)
I did not decline my chance to try out the awesome Lock Laces my favorite triathlon team sent me (along with swim goggles that don’t make me look like a goon, which is a miracle.) They’re the best, and my high-speed yellow laces are high speed.
The race was at Lago di Fimon — I’ve ridden my bike to it, but never around it. As soon as I could feel my fingers in the back stretch, the sun broke, a swan glided to land on the water’s surface, and I took this. No, I didn’t STOP to take it, it’s a RACE.
Running in the freezing cold is for the birds. Your muscles never warm up, it’s as fun as pounding your fist into your forehead. But when I finished and the camera time stamp said I’d run the sucker in 25 minutes? I thought by some miracle I’d cracked my PR by three minutes.
But alas. Not true. At all.
Whatever. I beat Turkey Dog.
And the shirt is pretty awesome.
