Sunday, November 27, 2011

Trotting With A Turkey

Every year, we run the Mesa Turkey Trot. I do it mainly to keep humble. My humility is highest when those old women pass me on the sixth mile. By "old", I mean "not teenager".

(Note my dad's 1994 Turkey Trot T-shirt. He took second place in his age group this year. Way to go, Dad! That means one man, age 65-69, likely cheated.)

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