
As much pessimism as I have toward American culture -- highlighting our annual tradition devoted to devouring stuffing and birds until our belts pop -- I am so super excited that "Turkey Trots" have become a national craze.
Whether trotters are hitting the pavement to make room for their indulgent desires or simply trying to prove to their uncles and aunts that they aren't lazy sacks of potatoes, runners are lacing up before settling down to feast, and I am among them. There's nothing more refreshing to me than an early run to clear my head before being swarmed by relatives who love to shove food in my face. Last year, I was lucky enough to be involved in an old-fashioned post-meal soccer contest, boys versus girls, in the front yard of my cousins' home. Holidays are, after all, about family, not food.
The "Turkey Trot" fever that has swept the nation has turned this voracious holiday into a reason to be thankful for our health, and our ability to run or walk 5 kilometers. A meal is just a meal, and we should be thankful to have one, but instead of rewarding our stomachs, we should reward our hearts by keeping them strong (exercising), sharing some of our love with others (volunteering), and maintaining strong ties with those we love (spending time with family and friends). Happy Thanks Day!



