No Trottin', but lots of Turkey

Well, as expected, my Turkey Trot never happened.  I just couldn't swing it.  Not with 12 people coming over for Thanksgiving dinner last thursday.  And really, let's be honest, the idea of getting up at the crack of ass just to drive all the way to Long Beach to run a 6 miler with a couple thousand of my closest friends, and then race home to help set up, cook and clean for Thanksgiving? Um, no.  Or rather, no thank you.  My wife and I ran a nice 3 miler together, so that was good.  

On another note, the football on Thanksgiving? Terrible.  Really.  What a joke.