So, I've found my niche. It's not the fastest runner. It's not the age group finisher. It's that runner in the costume - tonight I won the female 'Santa-est' in part of my Santa Antonio 5k get up from last weekend at the Jingle Bell Run.
We meet at a buddy's house, run to designated houses, shout/sing carols at them until they make us stop by giving us libations and chow. Then repeat. But I cheated and just ran to the first house, sang/shouted/ate/drank and headed back - I can't keep up a speedy pace with some of those pros. I didn't want to be a lost running Santa in the dark.
And then I won the costume contest (female) and was awarded a nice bottle of prosecco.
Awesome. And we ate and drank some more and slaughtered the lyrics to carols. That's what the holidays are about. Next up - holiday lights running tour tomorrow night.
In the meantime, while I was rocking my Santa suit, Simba apparently napped hard on my laptop - resetting my supersmart home thermostat to 50 degrees (really) and making the type on this page really REALLY small. Dangit.
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