So on Christmas Eve my dad called me and asked if I fancied running a race on Christmas day morning. Full of festive generosity I agreed to the 9am run and so that morning we, along with a few other intrepid speedsters, were lined up in the frozen and snow-covered park to trot around the fields twice before filling up with turkey. It was mostly club runners, but I'm sure most of the top people stayed at home, so I managed to creep in in second place, just ahead of a guy recovering from a groin strain and my old dad, so a nice start to the day. It was pretty cold though, so home and a hot shower were gratefully received, and so icy that people were definitely not putting down fast times, even with spikes.
Got a nice neon yellow jacket for Christnas so I don't get run over.
5k so about 3.1 miles and don't have my time but it was in the mid 20s.
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