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Ridgewood Thanksgiving Day Turkey Trot, Raleigh, NC<br><br>
DD was up and excited we were going to meet daddy at the race to watch mommy run a “marathon” (every race is a marathon for her).<br>
At race day registration, I was bummed to find out they ran out of chips, so my time would not be official. I was there for 3 good causes: MS (MIL battles this cruel illness), meeting Gingerbread and scoring points for the Maintain Campaign. I went ahead and signed myself up for the 8K and DD for the Kid’s Dash.<br>
It was easy to find Gingerbread. This gorgeous woman, with this gorgeous hair, absolutely fun, relaxed, the type that every single soul on Earth will want to be around. She is HOT! GINGERBREAD TOTALLY ROCKS!<br><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh002.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh001.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br>
Her nephew (can’t remember how old, maybe 12?) decided to run the 5 miler with us WOOT! And we all lined up together at the start.<br>
I knew the course was slightly mixed, so I took off thinking of Mykemp1971’s advice to go uphill at a more than comfortable pace.<br>
At mile 1, Ginger and I split up because she was supporting her nephew and he needed to slow down. Mile 1 9:31<br>
I told her I was going to take off and we agreed to meet at the end. Mile 2: 8:58 I think. WHOA!! Slow down, lady! First hill came at 2.3 +/- and Mykemp yelled at me. "If it feels comfortable, slow down". I did and the hill went by fast.<br>
I few rolling ups and downs, which I would not put into the hilly category, but they were obstacles to my legs. I thought. Go slow uphill, kick ass down hill. 5 miles won’t trash my quads.<br>
I just made sure to keep the legs turning. After 3.5 miles, it was a smooth ride, flat and down. I heard the music from the finish line and kicked the sprint gear. DD and DH were cheering me on and first thing I heard from DD was: Ok, mommy, let’s go. Now, it’s my race. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.kickrunners.com/forum/images/smilies/biggrin.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="Very Happy"><br><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh009.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br>
Garmin time: 47:10 - No chip time<br>
Previous 8K time (June 2006): 54:55<br>
I had run faster 8K training runs, but never sub 50, so I am a happy camper today, specially coming back from injury and the flu after 2 marathons.<br><br><b>DD's turn(3yo)!!!!!!!!My very first RR <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.kickrunners.com/forum/images/smilies/biggrin.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="Very Happy"></b><br><br>
My mommy woke me up at 6:20 because we needed to leave at 6:45. I don’t know why but she makes this big deal about seeing mommy racing…whatever… sure, mom.<br>
She signed me up for the Kids Dash. No t-shirt, no-timing chip. What are these people thinking? That I am a baby?<br>
Because old people always go first, my mommy raced first and I had to wait with daddy. So, I got to hang out with the Turkey. I don’t think he knew he was going to die today. Oh well.<br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh008.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br>
When she FINALLY came across the finish line, I cheered her on, clapped my little hands and yelled “good job, mommy” to make her feel better. These old people take forever to finish their races, sheesh!<br>
I rushed and reminded mommy: “now, it’s my race! t’s go, t’s go!!!”<br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh011.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br>
My mommy still made me wait at the finish line to take a picture of auntie Ginger, but my race was about to start and we had to go.<br>
There were lots of kids, all sizes and shapes and names and numbers… I kept asking my mommy: “I want to race! I NEED to race!”<br>
I decided just to hang out and pose for some pics…<br><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh015.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br><br>
Finally, the old people’s race ended and they let us go…<br>
The man yelled: are you ready to race???<br>
I raised my arms and yelled: C’mon dude!!!!<br><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh016.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br>
We took off and mommy couldn’t keep up with me, so she missed the finish line shot.<br><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh017-1.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br>
But I got my first medal and it was cool. My mommy was bouncing like my “bounty-ball”, screaming that I did great and I won… yeeeaaaahh??? My finisher’s medal, not the race, hellooooo!!!<br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh019.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br><br>
I liked it so much that even after the race was over, I made my mommy take me to the course to race again, all by myself now. She thinks she fooled me with only half of the course, but I made her happy.<br>
Mommy said: baby, mommy is proud of you<br>
Then I said: mommy, that’s ok, you are a good runner too.<br><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh022.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh021.jpg" style="border:0px solid;">
DD was up and excited we were going to meet daddy at the race to watch mommy run a “marathon” (every race is a marathon for her).<br>
At race day registration, I was bummed to find out they ran out of chips, so my time would not be official. I was there for 3 good causes: MS (MIL battles this cruel illness), meeting Gingerbread and scoring points for the Maintain Campaign. I went ahead and signed myself up for the 8K and DD for the Kid’s Dash.<br>
It was easy to find Gingerbread. This gorgeous woman, with this gorgeous hair, absolutely fun, relaxed, the type that every single soul on Earth will want to be around. She is HOT! GINGERBREAD TOTALLY ROCKS!<br><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh002.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh001.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br>
Her nephew (can’t remember how old, maybe 12?) decided to run the 5 miler with us WOOT! And we all lined up together at the start.<br>
I knew the course was slightly mixed, so I took off thinking of Mykemp1971’s advice to go uphill at a more than comfortable pace.<br>
At mile 1, Ginger and I split up because she was supporting her nephew and he needed to slow down. Mile 1 9:31<br>
I told her I was going to take off and we agreed to meet at the end. Mile 2: 8:58 I think. WHOA!! Slow down, lady! First hill came at 2.3 +/- and Mykemp yelled at me. "If it feels comfortable, slow down". I did and the hill went by fast.<br>
I few rolling ups and downs, which I would not put into the hilly category, but they were obstacles to my legs. I thought. Go slow uphill, kick ass down hill. 5 miles won’t trash my quads.<br>
I just made sure to keep the legs turning. After 3.5 miles, it was a smooth ride, flat and down. I heard the music from the finish line and kicked the sprint gear. DD and DH were cheering me on and first thing I heard from DD was: Ok, mommy, let’s go. Now, it’s my race. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.kickrunners.com/forum/images/smilies/biggrin.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="Very Happy"><br><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh009.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br>
Garmin time: 47:10 - No chip time<br>
Previous 8K time (June 2006): 54:55<br>
I had run faster 8K training runs, but never sub 50, so I am a happy camper today, specially coming back from injury and the flu after 2 marathons.<br><br><b>DD's turn(3yo)!!!!!!!!My very first RR <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.kickrunners.com/forum/images/smilies/biggrin.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="Very Happy"></b><br><br>
My mommy woke me up at 6:20 because we needed to leave at 6:45. I don’t know why but she makes this big deal about seeing mommy racing…whatever… sure, mom.<br>
She signed me up for the Kids Dash. No t-shirt, no-timing chip. What are these people thinking? That I am a baby?<br>
Because old people always go first, my mommy raced first and I had to wait with daddy. So, I got to hang out with the Turkey. I don’t think he knew he was going to die today. Oh well.<br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh008.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br>
When she FINALLY came across the finish line, I cheered her on, clapped my little hands and yelled “good job, mommy” to make her feel better. These old people take forever to finish their races, sheesh!<br>
I rushed and reminded mommy: “now, it’s my race! t’s go, t’s go!!!”<br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh011.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br>
My mommy still made me wait at the finish line to take a picture of auntie Ginger, but my race was about to start and we had to go.<br>
There were lots of kids, all sizes and shapes and names and numbers… I kept asking my mommy: “I want to race! I NEED to race!”<br>
I decided just to hang out and pose for some pics…<br><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh015.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br><br>
Finally, the old people’s race ended and they let us go…<br>
The man yelled: are you ready to race???<br>
I raised my arms and yelled: C’mon dude!!!!<br><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh016.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br>
We took off and mommy couldn’t keep up with me, so she missed the finish line shot.<br><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh017-1.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br>
But I got my first medal and it was cool. My mommy was bouncing like my “bounty-ball”, screaming that I did great and I won… yeeeaaaahh??? My finisher’s medal, not the race, hellooooo!!!<br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh019.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br><br>
I liked it so much that even after the race was over, I made my mommy take me to the course to race again, all by myself now. She thinks she fooled me with only half of the course, but I made her happy.<br>
Mommy said: baby, mommy is proud of you<br>
Then I said: mommy, that’s ok, you are a good runner too.<br><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh022.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br><img alt="" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q112/ty71/TurkeyTrotRaleigh021.jpg" style="border:0px solid;">
