Every Thanksgiving, while many people are preparing stuffing or frantically Googling how long turkeys take to defrost, others rise early, don commemorative T-shirts (and maybe turkey-shaped hats), and gather for a chilly morning run. This is the turkey trot, typically a 5- to 10-kilometer race, perhaps done for charity, which has become a delightfully contentious holiday tradition much like crack-of-dawn Black Friday lines  and marshmallow topping on sweet potatoes. Participants look forward to the goofy costumes and collective endorphin rush; detractors consider the type of person who would voluntarily trade the extra holiday sleep for a cold jog that costs money to be a different species entirely. A host of memes, which feature pictures of festively clad runners in miserable weather, mock the race and those who run it with captions such as “Imagine meeting your soulmate and then finding out their family runs 5ks on holidays?” My husband has sent me many iterations of them ever since he was blindsided by the horrifying discovery that my mostly sedentary family was, in fact, full of …