i hope you had an enjoyable holiday weekend.
i forced Mr. REA to engage in an event that will forever be remembered as the Traumatic Turkey Trot.
or, the TTT, for short.
if there's one thing i love, it's a good abbreviation. and alliterations.
i've wanted to do a Turkey Trot since i first heard such a thing existed.
i registered us months ago, when the announcement was first made.
this Turkey Trot was a 5k, or 3.1 miles. otherwise known as a light jog.
starting at 8am.
on a non-work-day holiday.
Mr. REA was less than thrilled.
the man loves his sleep.
and isn't a huge fan of cardio workouts either.
in the days leading up to the Trot, Mr. REA used every trick in the book to try to escape:
- faking an illness
- claiming old age
- joint pain
he even offered to pay me double the registration fee.
i believe the old saying goes,
you can't bullshit a bullshitter
i claimed this was the last thing i would make him do this year.
good thing there are less than 4 weeks left in this year.
i already have our next run planned.
as Mr. REA continuously reminded me, we ended up traveling a total of 6.2 miles, running/walking that morning. We parked at the start line, ran, then had to walk back to the car.
apparently this 6.2 mile workout entitled Mr. REA to an immediate 2hour nap, and complaining rights for the next 72 hours.
did i mention we now have matching, bright orange T shirts with a huge turkey wearing sneakers on it?
i couldn't be happier.
