It's the night before Christmas, and all through the gym,
Not a creature is stirring, not even the naked dude who checks himself out in the floor to ceiling mirrors.
My stockings are hung in my locker with care,
In hopes that they'd dry out and start smelling more fair;
The children of the city nestled all snug in their beds,
While I got up at 4:30 a.m. to get here, am I out of my head?
Some mama in a do rag, and I with no hair,
Side by side on ellipticals, gulping for air.
As I wind down, I think to myself,
I can't wait until spring to tear down some trails.
I can picture it now, the snow turned to mud,
The tulips a blooming and trees all in bud;
The sun on the banks of the good ol' St. Croix,
Water that laps and sand that well...sands.
Hope that by then all my new running friends,
Will be healed from their dings and given new wings,
To join me for long runs and races and fun.
I know in an instant that over the winter,
I can't slow down or be lazy or falter.
Building my base and study real hard,
With tips from Adam, PR and the rest,
I might get a full minute faster in running a mile!
Do lots of crunches! Run up some hills!
Pull away! Pull away! Pulling away from all!
(a guy can dream, can't he?)
A winter on the elliptical, no small mental task,
With eyes on the prize, my head in the game
A healed toe next spring, no longer running lame.
By now as you suspect I'm beginning to ramble.
I'd make this longer, but I fear those reading it might rather tangle
With mountain lions, mad cows or impenetrable bramble;
Than listen to me - in my hare brained pre-holiday scramble.
So I'll cut it short:
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!
Not a creature is stirring, not even the naked dude who checks himself out in the floor to ceiling mirrors.
My stockings are hung in my locker with care,
In hopes that they'd dry out and start smelling more fair;
The children of the city nestled all snug in their beds,
While I got up at 4:30 a.m. to get here, am I out of my head?
Some mama in a do rag, and I with no hair,
Side by side on ellipticals, gulping for air.
As I wind down, I think to myself,
I can't wait until spring to tear down some trails.
I can picture it now, the snow turned to mud,
The tulips a blooming and trees all in bud;
The sun on the banks of the good ol' St. Croix,
Water that laps and sand that well...sands.
Hope that by then all my new running friends,
Will be healed from their dings and given new wings,
To join me for long runs and races and fun.
I know in an instant that over the winter,
I can't slow down or be lazy or falter.
Building my base and study real hard,
With tips from Adam, PR and the rest,
I might get a full minute faster in running a mile!
Do lots of crunches! Run up some hills!
Pull away! Pull away! Pulling away from all!
(a guy can dream, can't he?)
A winter on the elliptical, no small mental task,
With eyes on the prize, my head in the game
A healed toe next spring, no longer running lame.
By now as you suspect I'm beginning to ramble.
I'd make this longer, but I fear those reading it might rather tangle
With mountain lions, mad cows or impenetrable bramble;
Than listen to me - in my hare brained pre-holiday scramble.
So I'll cut it short:
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!




