The cool thing about doing the Runners World Holiday Run Streak with Colleen this year is that we’re much more likely to plan “fun” runs. Not just races, like Thursday’s Galloping Gobbler that kicked things off, but runs like the day after Thanksgiving, when we ran a mile on Bluffton’s River Greenway with Colleen clutching her letter to Santa so she could mail it at our arbitrarily designated finish line, Santa’s mailbox outside city hall. (She’s getting a tad old for that kind of thing, but it made for a more amusing run.)
During that run we hatched a plan for an after-dark run past the city Christmas lights display, culminating in a stop for hot chocolate. So we’ll have to see if we can round up some company for that one.
At the other end of the spectrum was Saturday’s run. I’d conked out after my niece Kyla’s seven-hour first-birthday extravaganza, only to awaken at 11:30 p.m. realizing I still needed to get in a run. (The rules, for those who don’t know: At least 1 mile every single day between Thanksgiving and New Year’s. Colleen’s aiming for Christmas, but that’s a reasonable goal, too, so I’m not going to quibble with her on that.)
Anyway, after checking in with Colleen — who was sleeping over with most of the cousins at Grandma and Grandpa’s but had diligently logged a mile on Grandpa’s treadmill — I just went outside and jogged around the driveway without even bothering to change out of my jeans. It wasn’t an eventful run, but it was a gorgeous starry starry night, punctuated with the adrenalin rush of making a deadline. It also preserved the possibility of an all-outdoors streak, which I don’t expect to last but adds another element of holiday fun as long as I can keep it going.
On Sunday I ran a couple of miles in Fort Wayne’s Foster Park while waiting to pick Rowan up from her church nursery job (one of three part-time gigs to help her pay her share of college expenses). We used to take the kids to Foster Park quite a bit when we lived in Fort Wayne a million years ago, so that was kinda fun.
Colleen did her run after we got back from the last of the Thanksgiving dinners Sunday evening. She was pretty pooped, and it was dark, and I had to go to bed on the early end because of work, so she just jogged around the rec room for 20 minutes. Not much fun in that run, but keeping the streak going is what it’s all about.