Running Off Thanksgiving Feast Before I Even Eat It

Wish me luck tomorrow. Along with my cousin, close girlfriend and brother-in-law, I'll be running my first mini-marathon/race called the Long Beach, Calif. Turkey Trot.



I started training back in April. I'm excited and nervous. I kept on minimizing the race, referring to it as only 5K and merely three miles until my cousin, who will run the event's 10K portion, convinced me to stop.

"I'm so proud of you for participating at all," she said, as we drove to the shore to preregister an hour or so ago. "At least you are running this in the first place."

Not bad for a busy mom of three, if I do say so myself.

Here's to hoping I actually run the entire race. No stopping to walk and leisurely suck on my camel water pack like a pacified baby. I would relish finishing faster than someone in particular. Tee, hee, hee.

Enjoy your Thanksgiving. Think of me huffing and puffing down the Pacific shoreline, hopefully quite speedily. Send me all the good vibes you can. I'll need them.

Thanks, hubster supreme, for yet again taking the reins, taking the kids and taking care of T-day. I know you'll knock all 15 or so of our guests out with your flourless chocolate cake and homemade oyster cornbread experiment.