Every Thanksgiving morning, my family volunteers at the local Turkey Trot race at the University of Richmond. The race, sponsored by the Richmond Road Runners club, sees about 1,200 people, though this year they registered 1,500 because they used chips for race times. My dad runs in the (extremely hilly) race, and my mom, two sisters, and I help with the mile marker 2 water stop. This year was no exception.
We fill water cups before the race, hold them out for the runners to grab as they race past, and provide water as everyone finishes the course. While I’m not actually running the race, I at least feel like I’ve partly earned the right to eat my turkey/mashed potato/green bean mountain. It’s a good family tradition.
Where is my white t-shirt, you might ask? Why am I different? Why do I look like a marshmallow before Thanksgiving lunch? I might answer, because I am wearing six shirts because I am always cold. Actually, one jacket, three shirts, a wool sweater, and a hoodie sweatshirt.
Back to Butler tomorrow. I haven’t done nearly as much homework as I should have. Sigh… This coming week is production week for the Nutcracker, with opening night on Thursday, December 2. I might be a bit absent from the blogging world, but you should come and see Butler Ballet!
