Happy Turkey Day!

Better Late than never, but after a whirlwind of a thanksgiving weekend I am just now sort of catching up. We had a great couple of days in Sacramento. Kelly and I left on Tuesday night to beat the rush and were picked up at the airport by my sister and her more than just an acquaintance Arthur, who is from Greece. For those of you who didn't know Mara was touring the Mediterranean a few weeks ago. He was a good guy and we only got to hang out with him briefly but he put up with our family for a few hours so he cant be all bad. We even tortured him with a game of cranium and made him spell. His english was much better than my greek, spelling and all. Kelly thought it was comical that he came all the way from Greece and he ended up hangin out with the fam during Turkey day. I guess if he is looking for the real American experience maybe we're it. I am sure he did find it strange that the news story that included my father happened to be on TV (see below post) when he came over. I think that would have freaked me out. Not to worry he didn't just hang around suburbia and watch TV. My sister showed him around the rest of the week, and they were debating on whether to go to Tahoe or Monterrey later. I told Arthur that if he really wanted to see the real US of A, not just the land of fruits and nuts he was welcome in TEJAS anytime.
Kelly, Rhonda, my Dad and I ran/walked/jogged/wogged a 5K Thanksgiving morning with about 20,000 other people. It was really hard not to run. I am no shape to run a fast 5k so my pregnant wife was a good excuse, but I had no idea how hard it would be to turn that instinct off. I heard a gun go off and I didn't move, we literally waddled like penguins to the starting line and didn't get to it for more than 5 minutes. I felt like it may have been a good exercise (psychologic not physiologic) for me but am not planning on doing it again anytime soon. We finished in a whopping 60 minutes and about 45 seconds. We negative split each mile speeding up each time mostly because I had to go to the bathroom. It would have been good to have my brother and Leslie there. My brother and I could have shared in the pain and confusion of being in a race without competing and we could have taken turns playing NASCAR with Andrew in the stroller, while Leslie and Kelly could have compared pregnancy notes. Sadly doctors orders advised the SoCal Capron's to stay home and we affirm their decision. Hauling a 1.5 year old through the airport is hardly bedrest. Hopefully we will get a chance to get out to the OC to catch up with them in due time. I wonder if they are booked for spring break?
Dinner was great and masterfully prepared by all involved. Myself not included, I was given no food related responsibility, maybe it was to many, 5 second rules, God made dirt and dirt don't hurt comments that tarnished my food prep resume. After it was over we were looking for the 12 other people who it seemed we had prepared food for, as our cup runneth over with turkey, mash potatoes, yams, did I mention turkey, green bean casserole, and cranberry salad. Unfortunately we were unable to help with the leftovers as I had a to catch a flight to North Carolina to do a bit of recruiting at the Foot Locker South meet. By late Saturday night I was back in Waco ready to squeeze the rest of relaxing into a Sunday afternoon. That's all for now, Thanksgiving break is over.