Hot to Trot - that’s what was on the back of the shirt of a woman running in front of me today in the Silicon Valley Turkey Trot in San Jose. In a race this long, you have to take inspiration where you can get it. I ran the 10K race and finished in record time. At least I think they recorded the time, with a fancy RFID chip I attached to my shoe laces no less.
The really cool thing about the RFID chip is it enables recording both your start and stop time so you can begin the race later than the other runners (just in case you leave your house late, get lost, or get confused about where to park. Not that any of that happened to us…) We took off a couple of minutes after the cannon boom that announced the official race starting time.
My son Tim pulled a hamstring playing flag football with some friends a couple days ago. So his brother Mark was a last minute substitute. Tim and I planned to run the 10K. Mark decided to walk but then missed a turn. So he walked just 5K. But that’s cool since he was there when I crossed the finish line.

So Long Chumps - I’ll wait for you at the finish line!
Steve & Mark at the start of the race
Another advantage of starting late - after that hoard of people that somehow got to the race on time - is I got a real sense of accomplishment passing all the laggards that decided to walk the course. I felt like I was flying!
Then there was a turn for the 10K course (the one Mark missed) and the ranks of my fellow runners thinned dramatically. Well I was no longer flying but at least I could still flap my wings.
My body held up pretty well but to be honest, I slowed to a walk a few times, especially after there was an incline. Like the time, about 7K into the race, the course followed a road under a railroad overcrossing. I ran down the street with the tracks overhead and then used my momentum to help me run back up the incline on the other side.
The course then turned to the left and down another street and that left turn was one time when I started walking to catch my breath. There was a police officer there monitoring the intersection and I told him I didn’t want to get a speeding ticket. He smiled slightly and said, “Don’t worry pal, you’re not speeding.” Okay, enough goofing off! I ran the rest of the race to the finish line.

Steve Approaching the Finish Line!
(No, he didn’t push that kid out of the way)
It’s sobering to think that my cross country ski marathon is two an a half times longer than the race today!
Thanks to all the volunteers to make today’s Turkey Trot a success. Happy Thanksgiving!

























