On the twenty-fifth day of Marcothon…

this Cuplet gave to thee…
25 minutes-o-running
24 santa’d joggers
23 songs-a-looping
22 chocs-a-gobbled
21 unwrapped pressies
20 legs-a-leaden
19 muddy puddles
18 obscure brusies
17 unsure moments
16 failed excuses
15 fogged up glasses
14 near collisions
13 cluster headaches
12 ditches sidestepped
11 people pointing
10 toes-a-frozen
9 painful stretches
8 winds-a-gusting
7 chums-a-cheering
6 joints-a-creaking
5 running tweeeeeeeets
4 shooting cramps
3 stit-ches
2 poorly tums
And a Cuplet with a big tree

It’s Christmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!

Right, now I’ve gotten my best Noddy Holder impression out of the way (it was quiet good wasn’t it?), just a brief blog about day 25 – the Christmas Day run!  I’m sure I probably should have tried to make this my longest run, as a gift to team Marcothon, but as I get closer to the end of the month, my legs are getting heavier and heavier. And those 22 chocolates probably didn’t help either :).  But I did manage to pull in a 5K-er, and proudly wearing my Santa hat too.  I even hit a little sprint at the end – merry Christmas to me!  My run was an early morning affair (c’mon, you didn’t think I would go after Christmas dinner did you, you loons!?!), so there weren’t many people around to marvel at the sight of my festive forward-falling.  Well, except a few drivers, who may have inadvertently clipped a couple of curbs as they clocked a beardless Santa in a pair of very muddy Brookes trainers, and a rather confused looking dog-walker who ended up tripping over his Yorkie.  Oh well… 🙂

Trainers off, squishy socks on and time to gorge, um, I mean, eat a sensible amount of totally non-fattening seasonal goodies.  After all, I have to run again tomorrow.  And the next day.  And the next day… Days 26-31 – the end is in sight.  Thank figgy pudding for that!

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