Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Happy Thanksgiving.  I love you all so much.  I got up this morning with four of my daughters, my sister, and my dog to run the 2013 Kimball Stake Turkey Trot.  I think we had about 250 participants.  A large majority of them were on bicycles or scooters.  When you get there, you grab a number and safety pins, write down your number on a sheet of paper with your name and your guess as to what time you'll finish.  The winner is the person who guesses the closest to their actual finish time.  No cheating allowed.  I think my guess was 34:40.  Or 33:40.  I can't remember.  We got there right before it started so I was still pinning my bib (index card) to my shirt when everyone started.  I jumped in the back of the pack and started trotting along.  Before long I found my 8 year old, Abby.  I stopped and walked with her for a while.  Sometimes we would jog.  Sometimes we would speed walk.  I stayed with her for almost a mile before she said that I could go ahead without her.  So I did, but I felt bad and told her to make sure she stayed with the group.  Then I just moseyed along to the finish.  A couple of minutes off my guess.  But I did start my Endomondo and it was yelling out my time every mile.  So technically, I was cheating.  Anyway, I ran back to find my daughter and by this time she had caught up to two of my other daughters.  They were taking a short cut.  My other daughter dropped out and called mommy to come pick her up.  It was a beautiful morning.