The tradition continues

My tradition of running every Thanksgiving continues, even though I had to get up at the ungodly hour of 730am on turkey day to fly to Denver. K and I did a 4 mi route when we got in (running 2 mi downhill and walking the uphill home). And while dinner was absolutely fabulous as prepared by my blista sista, the ravenous appetite made it even more so.

I also did the same route this morning with a little more running on the way home.