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Turkey Trot 5k

My wonderful and beautiful friend, Chelsey, and I did the Turkey Trot 5k at the local YMCA this morning. This was her first 5k and I am so excited to share the wonderful experience we got to share. I am so proud of her, she did incredible and persevered even though she was having terrible chin splints and ankle pain.

The race started at 7:30, and we got there just before 7:00. The registration process was moving smoothly, especially considering there was at least 1500 people. We ran in, got our bibs (her first ever!), and went out for pictures! The course was a beautiful one that cut through a very scenic neighborhood, and was very clearly marked. It was a paved course which is much easier than the dirt, especially for a first timer. During the race I came across a full baby bottle, sprinted and caught up to the owner, and returned it. Funny little thing that I came across, and thought I would share. Crazy things can be seen and can happen in a race.
 START PHOTO

 FINISH PHOTO


Chelsey hasn't really had any time to condition, so she was a true race virgin, and a real trooper. We walked but she pushed and we ran the last 10th of the third mile. We completed in 62 minutes, which is great for her first time! And gives her something to work towards. I have another race next weekend and she is willing to participate in it as well! Yay! I think I will really push her and see if we can run a half mile of it...I see a challenge!

I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving, and remember that even though it is the holidays it is no excuse to neglect healthy eating and exercise. By all means enjoy yourself, but stay on the wagon! I am so thankful for my beautiful family, wonderful friends, comfortable life, and health! Happy Thanksgiving!

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