Once again another Christmas season has whirred past like a red and green blur. After all the wrapping paper is torn off the presents, and the last morsels of Christmas dinner are finally devoured, I’m always left with the feeling of remorse. I don’t love winter, but I love this time of year. I enjoy the time with family, and the excitement and anticipation that Christmas brings. After it’s all set and done, I’m left feeling like a girl who just got dumped and wondering, “Is it really over?”
This year was especially strange because none of our typical holiday traditions took place thanks to the stomach flu epidemic that invaded our household a week before Christmas! Instead of baking my traditional fudge and setting up decorating our tree, Nick and I took turns heating up Cambell’s Chicken Noodle soup for the two of us. Very romantic. I sound so sarcastic, but it really was awful. The upside is we were feeling MUCH better by Christmas Eve, and managed the drive down to my parent’s house in time for “Santa” to arrive.
Christmas Day, I came to the realization that I am either completely spoiled, or I was a very good girl this year. I received a Garmin Forerunner 305 from my husband, which was the exact one I was pining over. My brother gave me a running journal and a gift card that bought me a pair of Brooks Infiniti Tights and an Asics soft shell running jacket. I now feel like I can get down to the more serious training because the below freezing winter weather can no longer stand in my way. I won’t be a slave to my gym’s treadmill any longer. Ha! And last but not least, my parents gave me my favorite Lola perfume, so now I can smell delicious whenever I’m not sweating it out on a run. All in all, I feel completely blessed to have such a thoughtful family. But the gifts were still not my favorite part of the holiday season! I love the food.
I still managed to run despite all the hustle and bustle of the season. I did 3 miles in the great outdoors before the flu bug struck. I took my dog, Dixie, with me using my hands-free leash (which I still love). She needs the good ol’ stretch of the legs as much as I do! I even cut a minute off my running time compared to my pace on the treadmill. I haven’t ran since Christmas, but personally I wanted to give myself plenty of time to rest and recover. Plus, I truly feel spending time with family during the holidays trumps my running plans. I know I can make up for the time off, and it only happens once a year. I’m sure the more dedicated runners of the world were out running 15 miles, while I was watching Muppets Christmas Carol and sipping a cup of hot cocoa — but I enjoyed myself!
I hope you all had a lovely holiday!
What were some of your favorite moments?