Turkey, mince pie and a run – the trinity of Christmas, surely? All absolutely compulsory, no Yuletide is complete without them.
Ever since I became a runner, the seasonal run is one of my favourites of the year. Sometimes it has been snowing, sometimes raining, sometimes it has even been beautifully sunny.
Like thousands of others, I have earmarked a Christmas race this year. Luckily for me, there is a parkrun in my hometown in rural Devon. I’ll be at Parke parkrun on Christmas Eve come rain or shine!
There are scores of Santa Runs and Turkey Trots all over the UK which attract thousands and thousands of runners. It can be one of the most popular times of the year for mass participation races. Each and every time I have taken part in these events, the atmosphere has always been really special.
There is a real sense of cheeriness in the air – even if they happen to be a brutal off-road race. Which, in December, they often are! I think the real appeal of the Christmas run is that it is the antithesis to the over indulgence we all – well most of us – partake in.
Man, you deserve that mulled wine, that Christmas pudding and that slab of stilton after slogging your way through miles of mud! There’s no better opportunity to really reward yourself after a run than at Christmas. So, make the most of it. ‘Tis the season to be jogging, fa la la la la la la la la.’