Running of the Turkeys

Day 2-


I wake up and feel terrific. Thankful that my family is sleeping in the rooms above me and next to me. Thankful that I actually get to eat a great meal today. The sun is shinning, the birds are flying and my tummy is empty. I am the first up, I circulate throughout  everybody's room and  one  by  one wish them a happy thanksgiving, even if they are too tired to listen. The air is brisk and cool with the thought of food settling in my mind. Today was a first. Our first time running a turkey trot throughout the southern side of Santa Fe. Running in and out of alley ways up and down the rolling hills paved roads turn into dirt. I am usually not the one for running but I wanted to build up an apatite for the festivities later in the day. One the count of three the race stars, and were off, starting a new family tradition.

With the smell of pinon circulating in the cold air and the Santa Fe police department traveling up and down the race track it seems like the Chicago marathon. The cold air soon wears off as I hit the dreaded wall of no going back. I soon realize that the point of stopping is far from gone and that my only chose is to keep going. Running and then stopping was my routine for most of the race. Passing by some of the most beautiful houses in Santa Fe and some of the best views of the city. I was running with my brother with the sounds of Jimi Hendrix in my skull I try to avoid the obvious and  clearly statement that this race will not end soon. We hit the 2 mile mark in the race, about ten or so minutes later we can see the finish line.


We made it, and I have succeeded in my quest to feel hungry for the feast. So I bid you all good day, I will be updating after our meal. Have a great day everyone!