I'm going to run a 5 mile one-woman turkey trot this morning in honor of my dad. He found out he needed heart surgery because he was training for a race. The best part of a one-woman race? I win every time.
I'm volunteering at a church in my neighborhood that gives out Thanksgiving dinner to people who deserve it.
I'm heading over to Queens to eat and drink my face off with friends because we deserve it. My contributions: Beer and babkas. What could be better?
I'm thanking you all now and always for reading my crazy date stories and my crazy thoughts. You rock my world.