That there is one happy man. I’d just finished my third, and still to this day, final marathon. I’d hurt my leg badly and had the worst time of all three of my big races and was in some serious pain. Thankfully, the race took place in Disney World, the happiest place on earth, and for the entire run I just kept telling myself I’d have a reward of a nice big turkey leg from the cart in Frontier Land.
Oh that Turkey tasted great but karma was not my friend that day. While enjoying my turkey leg a bird in the sky decided he wanted to poop on me….and then my finisher’s medal later fell off of my neck and through the track in the haunted mansion forever lost. Thankfully my medal was returned, my leg healed, and the bird poop washed out of my shirt.
This thanksgiving may you have a day filled with family, good memories, and no bird poop!