I just signed up today to run a 5K on Thanksgiving morning.
I KNOW. I'm really not that person. You know, the one whose Facebook status says something like "Disappointed with my 23-minute, 19.7-mile run up the mountain this morning, but the sunrise was breathtaking." I'm not that girl.
There's a method to the madness here. If I run 3.1 miles at 8 a.m. Thanksgiving morning, guess what I get to do with waaay less guilt later in the day? Stuff my face, that's what.
My mom makes a sweet potato casserole that is HEAVEN. And casseroles, as I discovered at this week's Weight Watchers meeting, are not points-friendly. Or thighs-friendly. Or butt-friendly. Or, well, you get my point.
So JB and I will be out on Thanksgiving morning with all the other crazies. I'll be running my butt off so I can pack it back on later.
But let me say this: I am NOT encouraging crazy exercise as an excuse to binge on casseroles. But 5Ks, I've found, are actually kind of fun, and I intend to enjoy being outside with the hubby. I'm not trying to set any records. And later that day, the goal is to fill my plate with more reasonable portions of casseroles.
(But 1/3 cup portions, seriously? C'mon WW, quit hating on cream of mushroom soup and french-fried onions.)