Say 'Thanksgiving' and give thanks. You don't need to eat turkey to be thankful. Gratitude is a good old conservative virtue. I'd expatiate further, but I've got a race to run. You guessed it: a 'turkey trot.' In Mesa, Arizona, 10 kilometers = 6.2 miles.
With only a couple of exceptions I've run this race every year since 1991. Today is the first case of cold and rainy weather. But I am thankful for the rain since it will 'inspire' me to run faster and harder. I will run as if the Grim Reaper (the ultimate Repo man) is right behind me with the scythe of hypothermia at the ready.
UPDATE (11/28): The rain let up before the 9 AM starting gun went off. My official time: 1:05:15. A shamefully slow time especially given that I lost 23 lbs for this event. In mitigation, I plead the fact that I went on a mere 19 training runs in preparation for the race beginning on September 7th. That, age, and a paucity of fast-twitch fibers add up to my being no favorite of the goddess of running. Nevertheless, I remain her humble acolyte.