the trotting of the turkeys

As I lay here in bed almost exactly 24 hours after my first turkey trot, I've started reflecting on what I'm thankful for. I know, I know, I'm like a day late, but I've always been a late bloomer.

I don't know why, but running a turkey trot has always been something really important to me. I come from a family with little to no healthy traditions and seeing healthy and happy families lining up for a race was something I've always craved.

Now that Mr Goldfried and I are in Vermont with my family, I was determined to do it. Now, it didn't take much persuading to get everyone to sign up, but it was a cold, early morning and my sisters whole family came to cheer her (and by default me) on.

The race was so heartwarming. Whole families running together, old retired couples, people with baby strollers, dogs, and young kids all running together on a holiday that revolves around overeating. I won't lie, I teared up a few times.

So today, and everyday, I'm thankful for:

My husband
My sister and her family who let us live in their home until we find one I our own
The prospect of actually being a homeowner someday
My health
The opportunity to run and be active in and around our new home
Family
Great friends
Technology for keeping me in touch with everyone I moved away from