My 25th Colchester Castle Park Run on the 25th day of the month.
That will be Christmas Day morning, then.
The Trail was absolutely empty as Anna and I cycled into a Sunny Colch.
A rather quiet High Street Christmas morning #Colchester pic.twitter.com/k8kuMGl7nU
— Colchester Chronicle (@ColchChronic) December 25, 2016
At the other end was a car free High Street, and then a half decent gathering for the seasonal Park Run crowd.
I have been saving myself for this run for a number of weeks now. I knew that if I didn’t run on Christmas Day then I would be a grumpy arse.
I felt fighting fit at the flag was dropped for the first circuit.
This was going to be a morning for a PB. I ran at my absolute peak along every stretch of the course.
Other athletes overtook me; I wasn’t racing them, I was racing the clock.
The bloody clock won however.
My PB of 21:32 wasn’t at all damaged by an official race time of 22:12.
Arse.
Still felt good, mind.
We cycled back to base - a little anxious having let the kittens outside and going solo with the cat flap for the first time.
They were both fast asleep indoors when we returned.
Daisy came out to greet us.
She did a piss on the strawberry patch.
Cheers, luv.
A quick shower - singular - and then we went off on a Christmas Day morning hack around Cockaynes Wood.
Apologies folks - it’s overrated.
Anna’s observation was that it was a little bit like Blair Witch Project.
That will be crap, then.
We got tarted up, headed down to the Quay for the Christmas selfie, and then hit the pub,
#chinchin.
Christmas Day dinner down at the Black Buoy was delivered by Shane and his ACE team to perfection.
My only minor, minor grumble was that the crackers were glitter lined.
I have a glitter phobia.
This causes many problems working in primary schools.
Anna attempted a Uri Geller spoon bend with a Black Buoy fork after one glass of prosecco too many.
A little bit of horse trading took place with the food: I’ll swap you a Yorkshire for a sausage, luv.
Job’s a good un.
We returned back home, opened up the presents, called the parents and then… I had work shifts.
Oh dear.
It’s all good.
Pay to play, etc.
Christmas Day came to a close watching Mascots.