The Turkey Glide

I'm blaming it on Mom for not registering us, but the reality is we didn't want to get out of bed at 7am on a holiday. So this year we did not participate in the Turkey Trot like last year and the year before. We weren't going to get up early to participate in an organized run, but Caisa, Sam and I decided we did need to do something.

Solution: Run to QT

We'd 1) get a little workout in - QT is 1.9 miles from our house so we would actually be doing so much more than a 5k :) and 2) continue the QT DC Thanksgiving morning tradition.

Well the longer we waited (and after eating a delicious pumpkin pancake breakfast), the less appealing running 4 relatively hilly miles sounded. So Sam decided she'd rollerblade. Because that's easier? Which prompted Caisa to decided she'd razor scooter. Because that's not weird for a 24 year old. So I decided I'd drive. Because someone had to pick them up when they gave up. Plus you can't run, rollerblade or razor scooter back with a 44oz DC in your hand.

The first five minutes were hysterical. We didn't even make it out of the neighborhood before Sam was huffing and puffing and begging to get in the car.

And they're off . . .


And they're done . . .


After we get out of the neighborhood, Caisa and I are laughing so hard we decide to make Sam work a little harder and prove she can rollerblade up a big hill. For some reason, I'm still not sure why, Sam agrees and gets out of the car. She didn't make it 25 feet before falling. Caisa and I were laughing. Cars were driving by. And a man across the street even cheered her on while getting his paper.

I think I can. I think I can . . .


Just give me a second . . .



No, I can do this . . .


Just kidding . . .


After our abs had gotten a sufficient workout, we finally made it to QT - where Sam kept her rollerblades on.


The Turkey Trot may not, but the QT DC Thanksgiving morning tradition lives on . . .