Turkey Trot
Rather obnoxiously, I enter each bedroom, loudly singing my version of Adam Sandler’s Thanksgiving song. “Turkey for you, and Tofu for me….” I’ve done my 10-mile warm up and it’s time to wake ‘Team Basehart’ for the 116 th Annual Turkey Trot. It is an understatement to say they do not share my enthusiasm this morning. For the past several years, “Team Basehart” has consisted of me, my son Noah, my brother-in-law Mike, and his son Alec. (There is a Diane Basehart who runs, but she’s adjunct to the core team.) This year, as per my birthday request, Mark has begrudgingly joined the team. I remind him of his commitment as he lies in bed. He grumbles something about skipping it and buying me a sweater. After all are awake, I face another protest. No one will dress up with me. Even my ever-obliging son refuses to wear the turkey hat. Um, hello-----Turkey Trot---, time to let your freak flag fly…. This is NOT how I envisioned this at all. Having f