Thanksgiving day dawned bright and beautiful, unseasonably warm at more than 50F. Rather than grabbing tights and gloves, Nana and I both settled on knickers. Actually, the same knickers, only in different colors...we are, after all, basically the same person. The pre-registered line was very very long, which was a little concerning as we had only arrived with about a half hour to spare. Fortunately, the organizers realized that they were running out of time, and opened the Walkers Only line to the runners.
After we got our numbers, we wandered out to the start line and milled about in the crowd. While standing there, we ran into several folks from the bike club, which was great. I fear I wasn't a very good friend, though, as I failed to introduce Nana to the group. I'm sure she's used to it by now, as social graces are not exactly what I'm known for. While we were talking, I kept checking my phone. Ben had mentioned that he was considering coming out to run with us, but hadn't committed for sure. I hadn't heard from him one way or the other, and when 8:20 rolled around, I figured he wasn't coming (the race started at 8:30). However, as I was scanning the crowd to find the start, my eyes fell upon a freakishly tall fellow. Ben!
The race started, and we were off. The weather continued to be great, and we had full run of the road. We settled into a good chatting pace and proceeded to start knocking out the miles. We did walk a few times, but as we were just out to enjoy the day, it was no big deal. All the fun was in being out doing the run with friends, not in racing. (Besides, I saw the top women's time...the only thing I'll ever be racing is my PR).
At the end, Megan was on the sidelines cheering as we ran in. It was the first time I've ever had someone cheering my name...that was pretty cool. We stuck around and cheered for Dave and Randy as they came in, and then wandered inside to get snacks and water. The food choices were pretty good, if you were wondering. Even better, however, was the fact that Dave had brought his famous Monster Cookies, which I gladly partook of (and promptly erased whatever meager calorie deficit I had managed to acquire for the day).
All in all, a pretty great morning. Running with someone is so much better than running alone. I look forward to doing it again.
(And for good measure, I did run a 5k (unofficially) on Saturday :) )