This Thanksgiving was different. I know, surprising, right?
Though I had registered on Black Friday last year for this year’s Webster Turkey Trot, and therefore was eligible to run in-person, I just didn’t feel that the potential risk was worth it. (This is not knocking the great effort that Yellow Jacket Racing went to to adjust procedures to allow for an in-person option for those that wanted it.) And, the atmosphere would be completely different, with no huge crowd of runners at the starting line, and no huge crowd of spectators cheering us on as we finished. So, I opt-ed to convert my registration to the virtual option.
I decided to do my run on the Saturday after Thanksgiving. It was decent weather — around 40℉ and no rain/snow.
I ran along the Erie Canal towpath in Fairport. Without the crowds, I wondered if it would be hard to push myself.
For those of us who’ve been taking this seriously since March, it’s soul-crushing that this is where we’re at after four months of isolation. It sucks. We who’ve done the right thing are the ones most yearning for — and let’s be honest, most deserving of — a few tastes of normalcy. I see people in the south complaining about the physical discomfort and social awkwardness of wearing a mask because they’re new to it and I could not be more “Fuck you”. We should be over the hump, easing our way back to normalcy with confidence, like every country in the world that isn’t led by a dimwitted angry sociopath, but we’re not, and we have to face the fact that we’re in this indefinitely.
It was warmer than last year. But, let’s face it — 35°F is still cold. And there was no heated tent to wait in beforehand this year.
Once the race started, though, I didn’t feel the cold at all. By the end of the race I had removed my hat, mittens socks, and neck warmer. My neck warmer was offered as a sacrifice to the running gods, as it slipped out of my pocket at some point.