As my best friend would tell you, nostalgia is like kryptonite for me. I get sad during events before they’re over because they’ll be over eventually. It’s likely irrational, but it does make me particular sensitive to the changing of seasons.
I also track changes. I find chronicling evolution and metamorphoses important. I reason that it’s because I like to be aware of accomplishments or something. I used to obsessively journal, which I guess has turned into blogging.
But something passed me by almost unnoticed.
Last night, I registered to run the Turkey Trot with my father and some family friends on Thanksgiving morning. It’s just a 5k, but this choice is particularly significant for me personally. I’ve never run a road race. I started running and training to apply for JAG a year ago, but I haven’t raced yet. To me, the Turkey Trot represents a culmination of all of my efforts and obstacles for the last 12 months.
In years gone by, I’ve been baffled by my friends’ desire to run at all, or even perambulate in an area that wasn’t between the dining room and the couch, on Thanksgiving. I thought that was ridiculous. After all, Thanksgiving might be about pilgrims to some, but to most of us, it’s a day of complete sloth, gluttony, and lethargy. And I liked it that way.
Today, however, I find that I am the type of person who will take great enjoyment out of running a race with my father and some friends on Thanksgiving morning. It seems like a fun family activity. I might not be able to keep up with the family friends, all of whom are tremendous athletes, but I’m really looking forward to it anyway. Old Kristin was completely shocked and seemed disapproving, but new Kristin is very excited about this change. Also, it seems very positive to burn a few hundred calories before we eat ourselves into stupor.
A new Thanksgiving tradition has been born, all when I wasn’t looking.
What are your Thanksgiving traditions?