I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving and subsequent break. Things are slowly ramping up around here, and Thanksgiving provides a much needed calm before the storm of exams, projects, and general end of semester hysteria sets in. The main reason I love Thanksgiving (excluding the start of the Christmas season) is the fact that there are so many traditions my family has surrounding the holiday. My entire family hiked out to our beach house, which is rather desolate in the winter, and chowed down on a (Croatian inspired) turkey feast together. The family time was unparalleled, but what I want to talk about is actually something new we tried out.
Getting ready to run.
This year, my sister and I decided to change our Thanksgiving morning plans, and run in our local Turkey Trot 5k. Let me preface this by saying, I was never a runner. In fact, I could be quoted (on multiple occasions) as saying running long distance was a fate worse than death. Yet somehow this summer I got the crazy idea in my head that I wanted to take up running, and I had managed to keep running all through the summer and early fall. Sometime in August I set my mind on running a 5k by November, thinking I had ample time, but with ankle injuries (and studying) I somehow couldn't find time to squeeze in a run. However, inspired by Jenna and the fact that she ran a half marathon with a sprained ankle, I arrived at the high school ready to go sans training. Less than a half hour (not by much) later, I crossed the finish line ankle miraculously in tact. The rest of the day was spent surrounded by family and treats and my regular traditions, but there is something so satisfying about accomplishing something you never thought you could. Here's to new traditions!