Townville Turkey Trot
It took me four months to get back to where I could go to a race again, but I made it.
I never thought I would be at a race judging myself in the 'Clydesdale' division. Showing up today way over 180 means my handicap is not being over 70 but being over weight.
I got side tracked after surgery, and my Summer has been about good beer, good food and not much jogging. I needed to get kicked to the curb by real racers to maybe find my motivation to loose weight and train. I lined up with 212 Olympic quality footracers and came in 35th.
As usual, by 5 minutes I was positive I must drop out or die. For the first time in my hundreds of races, had to walk a few times. It was a sad day for my fat ass, but that is the shape I am in now. At 2 miles, I even got passed by a mom pushing a stoller with two kids in it. My goal is to beat them next race.
Here is her husband who won the race and their kids:
Four people in that family beat me as did most people.
The age groups ended at "over 50", so I knew I would not be embarrased later getting an award on stage with a bunch of old guys. Actually I got 3rd out of 22 in that age group, but that did not cheer me up.
What did cheer me up was all the fun people, many dressed as "super heros".
My Bride came with me to this race, so that was good. Here we are with the Michelin Man:
I met two of the best runners 'ever' from Georgia, Donna and Tony Presley. They invited me to join their hiking group https://www.hikingsouth.com/, so that made me happy.
Things did not go as I wanted, but in the end, it was a lot more fun than staying home.