Tofurky Trot

Come on, it’s a TOFURIMG_20140927_111144_908KY TROT. How can anybody not want to run this race?

Everybody has run a Turkey Trot, but how many people do you know who have run a Tofurky Trot?

I somehow managed to convince my entire family to join in the fun.

IMG_20737935682569(1)Apparently, my idea of fun is not a popular one. Very few people showed up.  I’d say there were maybe fifty people lined up with us at the starting area (there was not actually a start or finish line, just a general “area” for both).

We were given maps and told to watch for signs along the course. There would be volunteers at a few key intersections, but roads were not closed to traffic. We were to stay on sidewalks and obey all traffic laws. We had to move over to the side of the road twice to let cars get by while the race director was relaying this important information to us.

And then we were off!

…for about a hundred yards before we were stopped (with one other family with small children) at the very first street crossing. It was a long light. By the time we made it across, none of the racers in front of us were anywhere in sight.

I was happy I wasn’t going for a PR.

We followed the signs. The ones that pointed left were upside down.

IMG_20140927_104152_785Good stuff.

My dad, sister, niece and I adopted a walk/jog strategy. My mom and nephew settled for the simpler walk/walk approach.

There were THREE water stops on this 5K course. The cups were hard, fancy plastic (is fancy plastic an oxymoron?)

ANYWAY, we decided the fancy water cups were deserving of a little 5K toast.

IMG_54749535660160Avery was a good little runner.

IMG_20140927_103003_091IMG_20140927_102035_295Dad showed off his mad basketball skills.

IMG_20140927_103733_772The final stretch:

IMG_20140927_105832_929We collected our shirts, lots of food samples, (vegan cookies, vegan jerky, bean chips) and some coupons (free Tofurky products!). Avery rested her feet and snacked on some well-deserved chips while dad went back to find mom and Owen.



ACAC again

IMG_20140919_053154ACAC is offering thirty-day memberships for $30 during the month of September to benefit the Emergency Food Bank of Charlottesville.

I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately. My knee has been giving me trouble and I’ve not been able to run as much as I’d like. I’ve also had to let go of all the running plans I’d had for this fall. I’d been feeling a little too angsty.

I needed to get back to yoga.

So, perfect timing, ACAC.

I wasn’t sure if they’d let me participate, since I’d already done the thirty days for $30 dollars thing once before, but they did.

Vinyasa with Hilary:

I checked the online schedule and decided on a Hatha flow class.  I arrived very early because I wasn’t sure how long the paperwork and payment process would take.

It didn’t take long at all, and I was about 20 minutes early for class. So I was very surprised that the room was already pretty full. I was also surprised to see that Hilary was teaching. I didn’t know she taught a Hatha class.

It felt like class started early. Surely I hadn’t been sitting there for twenty minutes already.

We moved quickly and worked HARD. My legs were shaking and I was dripping sweat. Not exactly the gentle, rejuvenating class I’d been anticipating. I had already ridden my bike 42 miles that morning. I didn’t feel as though I needed another workout.

It wasn’t until I was leaving and happened to glance into another group exercise studio that I realized what I’d done. I went to the wrong studio. All the classes I’d attended in the past had been in the same studio, so I just assumed that this one would be too.

Wrong. I took the 4:15 Vinyasa class instead of the 4:30 Hatha class I thought I was taking.


Four miles on the treadmill, some push-ups and a few pull-ups on the assisted pull-up machine. Have I mentioned how much I like that thing?

But running on the treadmill wasn’t what I’d planned for that morning.

I saw on the local triathlon club’s website that they held a group run at Shenendoah Joe’s at 6 am on Thursdays (4-7 miles; all different paces). Perfect. I like to run early but don’t always feel safe by myself in the dark.

So I went. But nobody else was there. There were cars in the lot across the street though, and many athletic types congregating. They didn’t look like runners, but I wasn’t sure what triathletes look like, so I wandered over. I noticed that a lot of them were wearing matching shirts. I was the only one with a headlamp. I went over to a young girl and asked if this was a running group. She stared at me blankly for a while, then said, “Ahhhh….” the lady next to her chimed in “It’s Seal Team Training.” I thanked her and went back to my car. I drove to ACAC and hopped on the treadmill.

There was some good news, though. The “30 minute limit” signs were gone AND my treadmill didn’t shut off at 30 minutes! Woohoo!!