With the prospect of the Thanksgiving orgy-of-food that we call a dinner, nothing made more sense than getting in a big run that morning. It was with anxious anticipation of the turkey, green beans, mashed potatoes and more that I signed up for the Galloping Gobbler. Reportedly one of the largest four mile races in the country, I ran alongside four thousand other Hoosiers the morning of Thanksgiving. I fought the chills caused by the frigid morning air and the hair-raising ambiance of a fog-filled cemetery that was the course. Unfortunately I forgot to run with a camera. It was an ethereal and beautiful setting.
Unfortunately my time didn’t match my time from last year, but I wasn’t as concerned with that when we sat down to our plates stuffed to the brim with sweet potatoes, gravy, stuffing, white and dark turkey meat…Alright this is making me hungry just thinking about it. Needless to say my metabolism was working on all cylinders, and no bit of food was left intact. Not even the canned cranberry sauce.