Like many people, I woke up early on Thanksgiving morning in order to run. The question every Thanksgiving seems to be, "Which turkey trot are you running and how far is it?"
Turkey trots will always have a special place in my heart, as my very first race was a turkey trot. This year, I was determined to not just run a turkey trot, but to settle a personal vendetta. Last year's Thanksgiving race, the 2014 Turkey Day 5k, didn't go so well for me and was a pretty big disappointment. To keep it brief, I was hoping to PR and had specifically trained to do so, but I actually ended up running my worst time ever for a 5k and struggling to even finish.
So this year it was easy to decide on which turkey trot to run. I would once again run the Turkey Day Run and redeem myself after last year's problems, but this time, I would tackle the 8k.
|I'm coming for you, turkey.|
It was a little chilly and wet from the rain the night before, but I was thankful that it was so much warmer than last year's race. Learning from my mistakes last year, I didn't show up quite so early this year. I was at the race site about 40 minutes before the race began, giving myself enough time to drop off my donation to the Greater Chicago Food Depository, stop at the bathroom, and then shed my outer layer of clothes and check my bag.
|The Greater Chicago Food Depository does good work, so it was nice being able to provide some support.|
Yeah...I wasn't feeling all that great and kept coughing, so I was happy that a.) I had my inhaler with me and b.) I had already planned on running at an easy pace. I wasn't trying to PR. I just wanted to finish without the pain of last year.
I found the marker the start corrals and lined up appropriately between the 10 and 11 minute markers, planning to run at about 10:30 per mile. Even though I wasn't feeling great, I was excited to be at the race. There is just something about running and sharing the race day experience with thousands of other people that gets my blood flowing.
|Corrals opened, and I was ready to run.|
|The corrals quickly began to fill with runners.|
|So close, and yet so far.|
It took until the first mile marker for me to find a comfortable pace, but once I found it, I was good to go. The course was simple and straightforward, heading north on Lake Shore Drive before cutting over to the Lake Front Path around Montrose and heading back south to the race site. Once the 5k and the 8k split, the course was much less crowded, though the two joined up again for the final mile.
I had found my groove and was chugging along. I was still coughing from time to time, but I actually felt a lot better once I was running. I don't know if it was just the power of running or, more likely, my cold medicine finally kicking in. Either way, it felt great to be outside and moving.
I did start to slow down a little bit during the final mile, but I was still feeling pretty good when I spotted the finish line. I didn't sprint across the finish the way I usually try to do, but when I stopped my watch and checked my time, I was pleased to see that I had actually managed an 8k PR.
I took one of everything that was handed to me at the finish - water, Gatorade, yogurt, and various other snacks. I quickly grabbed my bag from gear check, threw on my extra layers, and then made my way to the results tent. Sadly, they only had results for the top finishers. The rest of us would have to wait up to 48 hours for our chip times to be updated online. Not a big deal, as I knew my time based on my own watch and was happy with my overall effort. A few people weren't thrilled with not being able to immediately check their results, so I felt a little bad for the volunteers working the results area.
Next up, food and fun.
There were the usual mini Clif Bar samples, as well as some of Clif Bar's kids products. The My Fit Foods tent had samples of a pretty tasty pumpkin baked oatmeal, and there was also hot apple cider, which was both yummy and festive.
|Hooray! Apple Cider! Warm, spicy, and delicious!|
|Games Galore! I still love the Turkey Bowling!|
I stuck around long enough to cheer on some finishers, cheer for those who won awards, and have a second cup of cider, but once I started feeling ill again, I hit the road and made my way back to the train to head home.
As soon as I was home, I took a hot bath, drank some tea, threw on some pajamas, and then quickly fell asleep. I woke up several hours later to find Hannah sleeping on top of me, so clearly, I had to stay in bed a little longer.
|Sleepy Hannah is cuddly Hannah.|
Later in the evening, I fixed a quick and simple dinner for myself - a grilled cheese sandwich, roasted green beans, and a quick cranberry sauce. Hannah and I enjoyed the rest of the evening watching Netflix before turning in early. Run, sleep, kitty cuddles, food...overall, not a bad Thanksgiving.
|I think I may be one of the few people who genuinely enjoys cranberry sauce.|
The Turkey Day Run is well done, with plenty of packet pick up opportunities (there was almost a week of pick up options available at Fleet Feet's Lincoln Square location as well as a few other places in the city, and then there was also race day pick up), a comfy long sleeved shirt, and an easy to follow and well marked course. There was plenty of fun for everyone to enjoy in the form of games available both pre and post race, as well as tasty snacks available at the finish line and at the post race party. The winners get Thanksgiving goodies in the form of pies and turkeys, which is fun and very appropriate.
There are so many turkey trots to choose from, so it is hard not to find a fun race to run. I really do prefer the turkey trots that are actually on Thanksgiving, as opposed to the weekend before or after, as it gives me something to do on what could otherwise be a lonely holiday for those of us unable to travel to see family.
I'll continue the turkey trot tradition again next year.