Training's going well, just one last long one to go before we rest and carb up. Donna's got shin-splints and I'm suffering a bit of groin strain, but nothing we can't cope with. And the old man is off to booze, always a bonus, though sure to make up for it on the night.
Course they are all whingeing about the early runs, just want to hit the hay and stay there. Well, that's not gonna get the job done is it? And the weather." Will it be a starry night?" they keep asking, as if that matters. With my nose! Could do the thing blindfold. And with old Nick drunk as a skunk and singing his heart out on the sleigh might as well be for all the help he'll be."Turn left at the Big Bear Rudolf!" he'll yell. If we go right past the Red Lion I'll be happy.
Still, soon be Boxing Day.
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