Due to circumstances beyond my control… namely the effects of tryptophan post Thanksgiving meal… I opted to crash into a food coma as opposed to posting this yesterday.
So Happy Black Friday, y’all!
In any case, we did a Turkey Trot down in the city beautiful, AKA Orlando. Unfortunately it was brutally humid, to the point where clouds drifted up and down to obscure skyscrapers and cause us all to be trotting through misty haze more suited to the Scottish moors than Central Florida.
But the family that trots together, eventually eats together on Turkey Day so my brother and I suited up and did the 5K… and Mom was there to cheer us on and capture our finish.
A pre-race shot around Lake Enola
Birds of a feather… not pictured: Me as a Bird.
Two turkeys and my mom and brother.
Steve is like the Will Rogers of the canine world — he never met a dog he didn’t like. This is Sadie. Sadie appreciated the attention.
I was jealous of Sadie because I thought *I* was Steve’s favorite.
I was super impressed with this costume…
…until I realized they were a balloon company touting for business.
Another great theme costume — the Macy’s Day Parade… albeit Mom and Steve said they really should have had a Santa Claus at the end to truly sell it.
Baby Turkey Roaster. A costume contest winner.
Turkey Selfie!
Then somebody offered to take one of the three of us. Hooray for nice people!
Milling about the start line. There was supposedly a capacity of 4200 but they had 4400 registrants. Math on Flori-Duh.
A series of photos as proposed by my brother. This is Blue Steel meets unimpressed.
Super happy!
Confused.
Thoughtful
Scared.
The race begins.
A water stop at the halfway point.
Ya know what? Wading through the pea-soup level air is made hotter in a turkey costume.
As you can see on Steve’s glasses — the humidity wasn’t kidding around. I think Steve said he barely saw 10% of the course because the rest of the time his glasses were fogged over.
Seriously — look at that skyscraper disappear into the mist.
We stopped at the big tree for a quick selfie.
The finish line!
Mom caught us coming in!
To the Turkeys go the spoils!
Gobble-gobble… gobbledegook – the prose isn’t particularly sharp today… but the dinner with Steve, Alexis and Mom was on point. I probably should’ve retaken the photo as we are a little soft-focused but the dinner was getting cold… and, well, Eat Kevin Eat, ya know?
