turkey trot

Note to self:

gimping thru an entire 10k run does NOT warrant a free pass to shove greasy, buttery, deep fried food into my face all day long

i pathetically crawled thru the finish line in 1 hour and 14 minutes, experiencing blinding pain and had successfully swollen my knee to just the right size.

at least Chris ran better for the both of us! way to go sis!

oh well, at least i tried. its the thought that counts, right?

except all i was thinking during my "run" was how much i hate my busted knee and how i'd much rather be parked on a sofa somewhere eating deep fried turkey and cinnamon butter. dont judge me

and that mexican looking gentleman in the middle would be my brother-in-law. and yes, his shorts are really THAT short.