Running, Crashing and Christmas

First off can I just say how much I love 4 day weekends. It was totally fantastic. I started my long weekend by running out the door at 3:01 on Thursday. I had no intentions of working later than I had to and if they were giving us 2 free hours I was certainly going to take them.

Friday morning was nice and leisurely as I wasn’t meeting people until 10:00am and Lapham Peak is 10 minutes from my parents’ house. Yay for lazy mornings. Just because my body hates me and I woke up at 7:05 does not mean I got out of bed. Stella and I snuggled. Silly cat seems to think that my days off meant I would sit around and pet her all day. I had 14 miles to run. I really didn’t think it was that cold, but it took a few miles for my hands to warm up. Once we got going it was quite nice out.

Now to the crashing part. A rock tried to kill me. Yes, I am serious. One minute I was running, the next I was sprawled out on the path. By some random luck I did not hit any additional rocks when I landed. My knees are pretty bruised. Several days later they are turning pretty colors. Thankfully I did not hurt anything badly. Just bumps and bruises.

After 14 miles on the trails we went our for our well deserved pizza. This is why we run, right?

Now my family doesn’t have a lot of specific holiday traditions. My dad has worked every other Christmas my entire life. When we were little we wrote notes to Santa. As we got older  we just became more flexible. If dad works the day shift Christmas is after 3. If he works PMs Christmas is before 3. I am so used to this I almost don’t understand when people think it is strange.

Starting a few years ago our neighbors invited us to join their Christmas Eve dinner with their extended family. This is always a good time. We have known this family for a really long time. Lots of good food, lots of wine, and fun times.

On Christmas morning we have those same neighbors, as well as some other friends over for homemade donuts and mimosas. These aren’t just any donuts, they are my great-grandma’s recipe. Fried and covered with powdered sugar. So tasty.

I snuck in a nice 5 mile run around one of the lakes by my parents’ house and then it was time to get ready to head to Green Bay.

Christmas with Mom, Dad and the Packers

We had awesome seats and were right by the end zone for 3/5 touchdowns. Aaron Rodgers awesome 55 yard TD pass to Jordy Nelson was caught right in front of us!

Traditions that are important: We spent time together. Levi may not have been home this year, but we got to chat with him for an hour on Christmas Eve. Of course I missed my brother, but he is working in another country and I didn’t cry when we talked to him!

I am ready for the new year, but that is a whole other post.

I hope everyone enjoyed their long weekends.

One thought on “Running, Crashing and Christmas

  1. I understand the non-traditional Christmas thing. My dad worked 24 hour shifts on the fire dept when I was a kid, so sometimes he wouldn’t be there when we opened our presents… but Santa always came anyway 🙂

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