My wife vetoed letting me set up a cardboard cutout of myself for the Thanksgiving dinner Zoom call so I could go ride mountain bikes with Barry. On the plus side, I am now one Santa hat and white beard away from a new Christmas decoration.
Thanksgiving dinner was complicated by family members on different diets including Paleo, Keto, and raw food. So we made the dining room table into a Lazy Susan and wore blindfolds for a game of banquet roulette. My aunt was doing intermittent fasting so we just called her the next day to come and eat leftovers.
There are three types of triathletes. Those who run an extra quarter mile if they eat an M&M. Those who buy chocolate milk at a convenience store after a workout and lecture the clerk on what a good recovery beverage it is. And those who put a half-pound roast beef and cheddar sandwich in their special needs bag.
I have always assumed that ultra runners eat their Thanksgiving meal just like the rest of us only all the courses are served about 10K apart, and there is a footbridge across the mandatory creek crossing in case their in-laws show up.
I’m not saying that Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday but I named our cat, Giblet Gravy. My daughter insists that we call him Gibbs when “normal” people are around. My attempt to name the dog, apple walnut chutney didn’t fly at all.
One of my triathlete buddies once explained to me that the middle leg of an Iron distance race is an eating contest with cycling thrown in. Despite several attempts, I have never managed to get invited to his house for Thanksgiving. I just like his worldview.
Our local turkey trot 5K was canceled so a friend and I made hula skirts out of leaves and ran through the neighborhood then played volleyball in the backyard with a plastic jack-o-lantern that we found en route.
My attempt at introducing a protein bar pie into the dessert lineup got me banned from the kitchen until New Years’.
Easy Apple Walnut Chutney Recipe
