I can’t believe how many turkey trots there were this weekend! There were tons of them throughout Long Island and I’m sure across the country. Each one raised money for a deserving charity and each one had hundreds of people attend.
I decided to go to the Turkey Trot in Garden City this morning. It was a 5 mile race. It was a cold, dark day with a threat of rain. My husband, Brian, and I drove to the location and found that many of the streets were closed off. So we parked about a ½ mile away from the start of the race.
When we got ourselves ready, we walked over to St. Paul’s Cathedral where the race was starting and went into the gymnasium for our numbers and T-shirts. It was so crowded. There were hundreds and hundreds of people. Everyone was eager to start. We saw the 1K family fun run ending and we knew it was almost time.
There was no way I was going to go to the bathroom again. The last time I went before the 10K in Long Beach, I almost missed the race. I wanted to run with the pack. I wanted to experience that feeling of competition. So two minutes before the fire truck blew it’s horn, we were standing with hordes of people eager to get started.
The fire truck blew the horn and the race started. The first mile, as always, was tough. It felt as if it was going on forever. It seemed like that mile would never come. But it did and then mile 2, 3 and 4 came up very quickly. We weren’t running as fast as we were in the Long Beach Turkey Trot, but we were going at a steady pace of 13-minute miles.
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