For the past five years, Wife and I have dragged ourselves out of bed at an ungodly hour each Thanksgiving morning. Then after a few minutes of trying to wake up we head into Balboa Park to meet up with our favorite Catholic priest Fr. Joe Carroll. We do not actually hang out with him, rather we run by him in the Thanksgiving 5k (that’s 3.1 miles for those of you who do not use the metric system) that he has put on for the past 6 years. This year turned out to be the best one yet. Wife and I had a team of about 10 people up from 2 five years ago!
However, the best part of the race was the rain. In sunny San Diego it decided to rain on Thanksgiving. I do not know if the rain makes you run faster or slower (our official time was slower but according to our GPS watch it was faster!) but all I know is that when I ran I felt fine, it was when I stopped that the rain started to stink! Once the I picked my large t-shirt we high tailed it out of the rain to refill our empty calorie containers with a cinnamon bun.
After a sugar induced nap, Wife and I walked the dog over to my parent’s house for some food because now the sun decided to show itself! Thankfully after we arrived Killian laid around the house showing us his best behavior. Wait, scratch that. He ran around like crazy for approximately 7 hours trying to find my mother’s two cats. He finally settled down…when we returned home.
Wife enjoyed her first Thanksgiving at my parent’s house. I think she really only liked it due to my mother preparing 45 different types of potatoes. You can see in this short video below, all Wife really wanted was potatoes: