Post-Turkey Coma

It started out innocently (and productively enough). My Thanksgiving day was completely full of being here and doing that, running around and trying to make a difference. But after I got that first taste of turkey, it was all downhill from there.

I awoke early on Thanksgiving and dressed myself for a not-freezing-cold-but-definitely-not-warm November morning of being outside. I was signed up for the Turkey Trot 10k, and as much as I wanted to trot back into the comfort of my warm bed, there was no talking myself out of it. The catalyst behind this run/walk was my mother, who had asked my sister and myself to walk it with her. We did, shedding clothes left and right as we warmed up. By the time we got to the 4.5 mile mark, I wanted to run and took off toward the finish line. There were so few walkers on the 10k route (most were smart and did the 5k) that I was completely alone in my attempt to catch the other runners, save for a few teenage waterstation volunteers cheering me on. The Starbucks reward at the end of the tunnel was oh-so-worth it.

As soon as I got home and could shower, it was time to leave again and head for campus where I'd meet a friend and ride to the Convention Center to help feed the homeless. We had visions of being close to the people, of really making a difference. Carrying in the four assorted pies we had brought to hand out to the masses, we noticed that there seemed to be just as many volunteers as there were people to feed. Our "in touch" job ended up being to input volunteer data into the database on one of about a dozen terminals behind the volunteer desk. I didn't even have to wear a hairnet.

My evening dinner with the family was nice. I debated about bringing up the family blog that I had been planning for us to do, and put it off until Christmas when more of us could be together - such as the people who actually would participate in a blog in the first place. We had all the usual German-American things that one would expect, my beloved Oma noticed that I was looking skinny, and left brimmed over with leftovers that would surely fix that if I ate them all.

That was Thanksgiving day, and I've done not even the sum of that whole day's activities in the entire weekend I've had remaining since then. My biggest accomplishments include cleaning the bathroom, a load of laundry (of about four that need to be done) and not one, but two trips to Chick-Fil-A. And nap. I've napped both on Friday and Saturday, for no reason. I wasn't even necessarily tired; I was bored. I have plenty that I could do, of course, like my final Matlab homework from HELL 1331. I think that the tryptophan in the turkey had a more lasting effect this time.

Maybe going to the wedding shower I'll attend tonight will wake me up from my pseudo-slumber. Maybe not. They're serving Mexican food.