I come from a really big family; my dad is the youngest of nine children and my mom is the youngest of five. Our Thanksgivings are usually so big I'm surprised we don't need a permit to host it. Needless to say, they are extremely chaotic, but in a fun, endearing, family-time kind of way. The first part of Thanksgiving day is always my favorite part, I suppose because it's the quietest and most relaxed. Dad, Ann my younger sister, and I get up early in the morning and drive out to Keeneland to run the Turkey Trot, an annual Thanksgiving 5K. My dad has been doing it since he and my mom first got married, but my sister and I only started it about 5 years ago. Afterwards, we usually go to North Lime Coffee and Donuts, because why even try to be healthy on Thanksgiving? Then we go home and take a nap until we have to get ready for family dinner.
Because most people from both sides of my family live in Lexington, we usually have dinner with one side (Mom’s side) and dessert with the other (Dad’s side). If we don’t host dinner at our house, my mom’s dad has us all over to his house. Mom almost always makes pumpkin roll and/or my grandmother’s stuffing. And, instead of water, the kids all drink Cranberry Ginger Ale.
After we’ve properly stuffed ourselves there, we go to my dad’s parents’ farm. There’s always a bigger crowd there, so my mom usually brings an extra dessert, and we proceed to eat about as much pie as we did dinner. We stay and talk till about 6:30 or 7 before we head home.
By that time we’re all tired, so we watch a movie and fall asleep one-by-one on the couch.
Thanksgiving always feels like three different days to me, just because there are so many different, unrelated activities we do. Still, despite how tired I am by the end of the day, I always feel very content.
how did you do on your run?
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