No, not celebrating Thanksgiving. What has started early is Kaitlyn talking trash to me about our run tomorrow.
She had been awake less than 30 minutes before she got started. She told me in no uncertain terms that she would be beating me in our run tomorrow. She will win, I will lose. (At the risk of sounding like I am ok with that, I know she will beat me to the finish line but I am the one who wins since she is my running buddy).
All was not lost though, because she informed me that while she plans on winning the mile race, she is sure that I will win the “Daddy’s Race.” I love that she has that confidence in me, but I do not expect a first place finish in my race. There are way too many fast runners around here to allow that to happen.
No matter the outcome, I cannot wait for the Turkey Gobbler race tomorrow morning.