I’m currently perched on the hotel bed while we make an overnight stop in Winchester, KY. The boyfriend is meanwhile voicing his utter discontent with collegiate football coverage.
The vending machine sold me this bizarre local beverage:
It is apparently the soft drink of Kentucky.
…Oh, look at that! Apparently UVA was defeated for the sixth year in a row by Virginia Tech. Good thing I don’t follow football or I might be enraged on behalf of my undergraduate institution.
I started Thanksgiving off by participating in Alisa’s virtual Turkey Trot. I didn’t run a very fast 10K because (1) my knee is still wonky and (2) my butt was really sore. (Running up all the hills of Hollywood Cemetery in Richmond? Yeah, bad call.) In any event, I made it through all 6.2 miles in 1:02:59.
After my 10K, Mom and I watched the National Dog Show. It was awesome. I yelled at the TV a lot. Dog shows = my football.
Later, I went to my uncle and aunt’s house for a Thanksgiving feast. I have no Thanksgiving food pictures to share because I was too busy eating to snap photos. Oh well, stuffing, no matter how delicious it tastes, always looks like cat barf in photos. (Mom makes an oyster dressing that can only be described as bitchin‘.)
This year, my cousin’s boyfriend Daniel joined our family gathering, so, like last year, I insisted that we take a serious photo:
Though I had some issue keeping a straight face:
Cousin Rachel and I share a special non-biological ESP. Need proof? Our coordinated outfits:
My aunt and uncle’s cat is a small bear:
My uncle tried on a woman’s coat up for grabs:
Cousin Josh wowed the adults (Steve, Aunt Kris, Stepmom Pat, and Dad) with the wonders of technology:
My mom is truly and unabashedly a carnivore.
Later, Kris told me a festive story about a time in her youth when she watched a dentist drain an abscessed tooth. We had time for a photo.
Unfortunately, I was amiss in my camera duties, so I didn’t get photos of my whole family, for whom I am obviously thankful. Everyone says this, but I am really thankful for my family. Who else can boast a Thanksgiving celebration that is not marred by embittered divorcés? Um, right.
The next day, I did the whole thing again with the boyfriend’s family (only this time, there were children). I am thankful for the boyfriend too.
Today, I ran four miles:
- Mile 1 – 9:49
- Mile 2 – 9:56
- Mile 3 – 9:33
- Mile 4 – 9:16
- 0.34-mile – 3:15
Then we got in the car and drove westward. Now, I am hungry. Wish me luck finding food in sketchy-ville Kentucky!