We will be in Boston with Mike's family next week for the real deal. THANKSgiving. So today, we decided to celebrate FRANKSgiving with mine. (My Dad's name? Frank.) Yeah, I made it up. And yeah, I think it's funny. And, yes, I probably have said it way too many times to my family that they're sick of it now. But, you guys are a totally new audience.
Franksgiving is kind of like Thanksgiving....but also, kind of not like it. At all.
On Franksgiving, ART is created. And you must pose "without moving ANYTHING! Okay, you can move your eyes. But only to blink, Aunt Meg."
Wrestling is mandatory.
Champagne toasts kick off the festivities. (I LOVE Franksgiving! Champagne is my most favoritest.)
And sunglasses are required apparel. Unless you have a princess hat on...then, you're exempt.
My "off season" could not end at a better time. I couldn't be happier for some an actual schedule on Training Peaks tomorrow. I think I might actually have something called a "swim" on my schedule. Oh my, this is going to be ugly...
In non Thanksgiving, Franksgiving, triathlon news....Alice is walking! Not much and not often, but she is doing it. Go Alice!