Twas the Night Before Christmas

I can't even believe it myself... but I've fallen SICK again. Seriously, this is the third time this month. I blame it on those school Christmas parties... Grrr.  So here it is Christmas Eve and I sit with my Kleenex box, a little high on medicine, just trying to get through the day. My kiddos are full of energy and holiday excitement, which really helps my exploding headache. To top it off, three days without a run has left me crabby... and I can feel my year-end goal slipping away. I could hardly walk down the stairs straight this morning, but was still contemplating a stab at some miles. My hubby called me crazy and I snuggled into the couch instead... Ho, Ho, hum.

On the brighter side, I leave you with this cute poem from the good guys at Run The Edge...
I hope your Christmas is magical... and healthy! :)

Twas the Night Before Christmas (Runner's Version)

Twas the night before Christmas, all the shopping was done.
My insides were stirring, I needed a run.
My Newtons were placed by the front door with care,
In hopes that I’d take them out in the night air.

The children were nestled, tucked in for the night,
So I laced up my shoes both the left and the right.
I put on my mittens, and put on my cap,
I settled my brain for a long 10K lap.

I got my foam roller, the stretch felt so good.
I sprang from the door and run as fast as I could.
Away from my house I flew like a flash,
And tore up the street like I was running a dash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Lit up my path showing the way I should go.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a dude with a beard, dressed in red running gear.

He wasn’t too chubby, rather lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles he flew to my side,
And ran right next to me matching my stride!

“I’ll race you! I’ll pace you! But just let me run!
I’m all done with work and it’s time for some fun!
To the top of that hill, until we hit the wall!
We’ll just keep on running and give it our all!”

Without another word we ran through the streets.
The only sounds those of our breath and heart beats.
He had a runner’s build but still a round belly,
That shook when he ran, like a bowlful of jelly!

We finished the loop ending back at in my yard,
I’d never ran so fast. I’d never breathed so hard!
He gave me a wink and a nod of his head,
We were bonded as runners with nothing more said.

From walkers and joggers to runners and racers,
From marathon finishers to age-group placers!
We all know the joy and the pain of a run,
and that wonderful feeling you get when your done!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Thanks for the run, it was indeed a good-night!”