TURKEY RUN

Some of the injudicious people in my family---Wait.  That’s pretty much all of us.  So, some of those lacking in judgment who also like to run—which is redundant—signed up for the Thanksgiving Day Race to Feed the Hungry. 

Okay, helping out the hungry is a pretty good idea.  It’s the running around in very large circles early in the morning in temperatures well below freezing that seems a little rash.

About the only ones crazier were the ill-advised who froze to the ground waiting for the racers to return from said run.  That would be me and DH.

To warm up the pre-race crowd a local television announcer called up some of the teams to show off their costumes. 

My peeples doing such a good job at their turkey dance that they were featured on the evening news.

 Getting a family rate on the entry fee, plus hats made by the daughter and daughter-in-law brought everybody out. Not to mention burning those calories would rationalize a second piece of pie later in the day.

 They’re off!  Runners, joggers and walkers took on a 5k and 10k course.

Hundreds of people…

…and their dogs, raised thousands of dollars and got to party at the same time.

In almost no time at all Blackhart Three came zooming back from the 5k.

His sister was right behind him.

Blackhart Two went by so fast I didn’t get a photo of his face.

Then Bobert shot by on his way to finish the 10k.

Followed by Greasylightning and Blackhart Four.

More family teams in all kinds of costumes went by.

Then Beavis …

…and CindyLouWho came in way under her estimated time.  Cold weather has a way of kicking up the hustle.

Two more sisters—wearing their matching turkey hats--were next.

Families of all ages and sizes were participating.

Group hugs helped shake off the freezing air.

Here come the walkers and strollers.  Yay! 

All were greeted at the finish line by The Official Turkey, who escaped the oven, and some of his friends.

Run is done!  Bring on the Feast!