The annual Georgetown University Turkey Trot was scheduled for Thursday November 16th this year. The day turned out to be terrible with thundershowers destroying the opportunity to run. So the race was rescheduled for 4 p.m. on Monday November 20th. That Monday brought clear skies but frigid temperatures somewhere in the 30's at race time. There were only about 20 of us that showed up to do three laps around Kehoe turf, two laps around the practice field, down the hill and two laps around the 
football field, back up the hill and one more lap around the practice field before crossing back to the finish line. There were two people that really took off at the start that I wound up chasing as soon as I got warmed up and started moving. One of them didn't pace well and I got by him really slowed down on the football field. The leader was just too far out in front of me that I just couldn't catch up and wound up crossing the finish line of the ~2.4 mile course at 14 minutes 30 seconds about a couple hundred yards back. They gave me a 15 lb frozen turkey, Booeymongers gift certificates, and an IM champion shirt.On Wednesday November 22nd the brother Steven, his girlfriend Sierra, and I flew home to Cincinnati, Ohio for Thanksgiving with the parents. As soon as we got into town, we headed straight to Fries Cafe, the used-to-be family owned divebar than has been the annual Thanksgiving Eve watering hole for the past several years. Check out the picutre of us throwing
them back above. The father drove us home after a night without too much commotion compared to years past. Steven and I left the house in West Chester at 8 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning the 23rd and headed down to Paul Brown Stadium to run in Cincinnati's 97th annual Thanksgiving Day 10k race. We got there in time to register and then sprint through the crowds to the line for the 9 a.m. start. The gun went off and we all set out on the 6.2 mile trek around downtown Cincinnati, across a bridge over the Ohio River into Kentucky, through Newport and then Covington, across another bridge back into Cincinnati, and then back to the finish line at Paul Brown Stadium. The weather was beautiful for running that morning with a race temp somewhere in the low 50's. The legs felt good for the run but there was some hurt inside from the 
night before (no doubt those Southern Comfort shots) and I fell off during the last mile or so crossing the finish at 41:21 (6:39 mile pace) that would have been good for 331st place out of 10,591 finishers had I gotten there in time to get a chip on my shoe. Steven also finished well only a couple minutes back. Steven wonders why we always party so hard the night before races together. I don't know. Check us out passed out together later Thanksgiving afternoon. Gobble gobble!
