Spent a fabulous extended weekend at home for Thanksgiving. Flew in Wednesday night and of course was up and running Thursday morning. Nicole and I ran the Joliet Poultry Predictor run in Pilcher Park. It was my first time running in that park, and I thought it was gorgeous. With a predictor run you guess your time before the race. And you are not allowed to run with a watch or headphones so there is no way to tell how fast you are running. The winners are the people closest to their predicted times, so it doesn’t matter how fast or slow you are, everyone has a chance to win. Twenty people closes to their times won a turkey. It was a 4 mile run and I predicted 32:41 (8:10 pace). I figured that would be pretty tough for me in the cold and without the help of music. I felt as though I ran the first mile way too fast and struggled through mile 2. By mile 3 and 4 I was just cruising along. I figured I was close to an 8:30 pace. Nicole and I hung out while everyone finished and they figured out the results. It was taking forever and we both had Thanksgivings to get to, but decided that we waited this long we might as well stick around for the results. Go figure, I win a turkey!! I am within 2.5 seconds of my predicted time and the 7th most accurate guesser. How the heck that happened I will never know. I definitely thought I was running much slower than I predicted. Another example of the ‘Luck of the Irish’ running through my blood.
I was a bit later getting home than expected since the results took forever, but seeing my mom’s face when I walked in with the turkey was hilarious. Walked in and said, ‘Sorry, I’m late. I had to win dinner.’ Only I can pull these things off. Friggin' turkey!
The rest of the trip was fun. Got to spend time with my family, went to the movies with mom, watch football with dad, and hung out with my sister, Aaron and Kyla. Kyla was my bestest little buddy. I love her and she loves her Aunt Lucy. Will post a picture of our grilled cheese tea party later.








