running, man

So this Thanksgiving started exactly the same way it did the past two years. With the Detroit Turkey Trot. For those of you that don't know, this is a handy dandy little 10k run that is put on before the Thanksgiving Day Parade. Now, 10k is about 6.2 miles. For distance runners and people who run consistently, this is not too bad. But for people who are not really runners, it is potential injury or death at every stride. I happen to fall into the latter category. I managed to run the whole thing in 1:03:21, which, by my calculations, is not fast. The only running I did of more than 2 miles anywhere near to the actual race was the Tuesday before, when I ran 4 miles and felt okay. Of course, when it counted, I cramped up during mile 3. Hideous. The only consolation was that I was able to take the void caused by personal defeat and later that day, fill it with food.