This year we're spending Christmas with my brother and his family. He lives in the house where I grew up so I'm very familiar with the area.I find it hard to motivate myself to run at this time of year so promised myself that, as long as it wasn't raining, I'd get out for a run on Christmas morning. I set NRC for 30 minutes, just a gentle outing to clear the cobwebs.
First part was the five minute walk to the park. My former neighbour's son, who I've vaguely known over 40 years, cycled past. He didn't notice me. I remembered a very dubious rumour confided by someone who obviously had a far more intimate acquaintance with him than I'd ever want. That made me chuckle as I warmed up, walking familiar streets, remembering who used to live where.
Once I reached the park the ground was sodden. I'd forgotten how hilly this area is, every surface is a slope and they all seemed to be uphill. I stuck to the paths but my knee reminded me it doesn't like that so I braved the soaking grass. When my wet feet warmed up it was fine, thank you merino socks.
I'd forgotten headphones so ran through Coach Bennett's greatest words of wisdom in my head - check form, what's the purpose of the run, what can I celebrate and be thankful for? Very uplifting.
I tried saying good morning to other runners but was met with blank stares. Ah, I forgot, we don't do that in London. Mind you, I got a 'Happy Christmas' after someone apologised for their dog running towards me. I also heard people wish each other 'Happy Hanukkah', which was lovely, we all have different reasons to celebrate.
So happy Christmas all, and Happy Hanukkah, happy solstice and happy whatever you're up to 😁
Sunday Morning Benchmark Run 🏃🏾♀️ ❤️
No running til Christmas Eve
