In our family we get to decorate the Christmas tree everyday.
You see, we have an elf.
This little person likes to shop our tree, complete with her very own shopping bag.
She’s very methodical hitting only the areas she can reach.
At least that used to be the case.
Now our elf has taken to climbing at higher elevations to reach her prize.
The reward seems to be satisfying every time.
It’s questionable whether Santa would consider her a helper.
Either way, she’s out little elf.
If you’ve read my blog anytime in the last 3 months you know I’m training for a half marathon and pretty much hating every step of it.
Regardless of this dislike, I am committed and will push on for two more weeks.
One big hurdle in getting to race day is over for one of my sisters and me.
On Thanksgiving we ran 9 miles. Definitely an accomplishment for us.
We ran 4 miles before a 5 mile Turkey Day run.
I use run loosely for myself but Kelly truly rocked it on the run.
7 AM before our run, about fifty degrees outside, apparently Kelly had some dribble issues that morning
Since we were running on Thanksgiving morning I felt I had a built in dangling carrot.
Mile one, I was running for turkey.
Mile two, I was running for stuffing.
Mile three, I was running for gravy.
Mile four, I was running for mashed potatoes.
And mile five, I was running for PIE!
My strategy worked for awhile but around mile four (really mile eight for us) is quite working. Right along with my Ipod. Now, I could hear my huffing and puffing along with everyone who was passing me by. Instead of mashed potatoes and pie I thought about pain and more pain.
Despite my negativity, I finished the race. I might add that I finished immediately ahead of a woman pushing a triple stroller containing two year old triplets. Some would be ashamed of that fact but I’m focusing on the AHEAD OF A WOMAN part.
It took me just under one hour and two minutes to complete the race while Kelly finished right at one hour. What can I say, her entire five miles were devoted to wine.