Gobble Gobble Gobble.

My Thanksgiving morning started off with the Somerville Road Runners Gobble Gobble Gobble 4-Miler, which also happened to be my first ever race. I got there at 8:15 to pick up my number and get my t-shirt. Stretched out for a few minutes before having a bathroom emergency and needing to run home rather than use the porta-potties. Jogged back and stretched out a little more before taking my place in the starting line-up. There looked to be about a thousand people there and by standing on my tip-toes and jumping up and down, I couldn't see the beginning of the group or the end of the group.

The trio to my right were trying to figure out if they should start out farther back or where they were and after looking around them at the other people they decided that they were in the right place, "everyone looks middle-aged and soft." Apparently middle-aged now means late twenties.

There was something really comforting and inspiring about running with so many people. Four miles is shorter than my usual run, but I ended up running each mile about thirty seconds faster than I usually do. The best part was listening to the little snippets of people's conversations as they passed me (I can probably count the number of people I passed on one hand).

-Does the run end where it started?
-Yes.
-What's the name of the run?
-I think it's gobble gobble gobble or something turkey.
-Oh, that's fun. I just went out for a walk this morning and saw everyone lined up so I figured I come along too.

The only tragedy of my run was that I couldn't pace myself to stay behind the woman running with her two vizlas. Dog butts are my favorite butts.