The Sunday before Thanksgiving has long been the date for one of my favorite races, The Mamaroneck Turkey Trot Five-Miler. I’ve run that race more often than any other race and worked at it several times. This year, though, it was down-graded to a 5K. More participation was sought.

Apparently more participation was received. I figured, though, that we don’t need another local 5K (as I mentioned in my Sleepy Hollow 10K post). I figured, further, that my not doing it somehow seemed the thing to do. Few noticed. Fewer cared. But that’s why I ran to Crestwood and home yesterday.