My first "win."

So, my awsome neighbor's parents have a charity race every year. It's a 3.5 mile run through parts of Westchester County, NY. You bring canned food, you run the race, you go home, you make pies. This is the first year I ran. There were about 20 people running. Usually there are more, but I think weather inhibited quite a few.

When I finished the race, there wasn't anybody outside to meet me. It was freezing cold and raining, so this is understandable. So I went inside the hosts' house and yelled "HEY! Anybody home?" They were like "What? You're done?" About four or five minutes later, the next runner arrived.

The funny thing was, I actually hurt my calf AND had to stop and ask for directions. I'm feel very validated about being an actual runner vs. someone going for a run.

So now I'm home, and I have an enormous chocolate turkey to give the kids. They're very happy I won.

Rock it.

Love to all. Even you, the guy who tried to tell me that being a marathoner was a disadvantage.