I rarely travel for Thanksgiving. It's hard to get time off and make it across the country - and back - in just a few days. But last year I completed the Thanksgiving surprise of the decade. And this year I'm packing up my Thanksgiving pants and going to meet my siblings at my sister's house. In Washington, DC. Where it's going to be cold.
I don't do well with the cold. This month's mid-50s cold snap in San Francisco has left me shivering under many layers and wool socks. I have no problem being a weather wimp, but I'm a little concerned about this trip. Because for the first time ever, I'll be racing a turkey trot on Thanksgiving morning. In weather that is much more suited to fireplaces and hot tea than early morning outdoor pursuits - which is why I left the east coast in the first place. I've been stalking weather.com all week. By Thursday it looks like the rain and mid-40s temperatures I've been
sulking over will give way to sun and almost-warm-enough-for-racing
This isn't so bad at all. In fact, that's about as warm as my trail walk this weekend.
This race might not be as scenic, but it'll be fun. Or at least I think it'll be fun. I've tried to convince my family to spectate, but they've surprisingly declined. I guess I'm not the only one who's a little uncertain about getting out of my warm bed early on a chilly Thanksgiving morning.
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