sunday
A fun improvised Turkey Trot yesterday morning as part of a 12 mile run. We couldn’t do the trot on the traditional Thanksgiving Day, as we didn’t want to interfere with the scaled down official race. About a dozen of us with makeshift bibs, we did the traditional 8k course. The group was strung out the entire run, so de facto socially distanced.
I started behind, as I was virtually running with my son – he was running it in Brooklyn – to continue our father-son trot streak. As a bonus, I picked up the pace to about 6 minute mile pace for most of the way, and it was the best I, and my right hip, felt in a long time.
Much of the city was empty, but we filled it up with good cheer.
An 8 mile recovery run this evening, and the legs still felt good.