‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Run Oregon
Not a blogger was writing, not even from boredom.
The Injinjis were folded in the dresser with care,
With hopes that toe blisters would not spring up down there.
Compression sleeves were on my legs and arms,
And visions of Gu in my head caused alarm.
And mamma in her Buff, and I in my Gore cap,
Had just gotten back from a Waterfront lap.
When out on the trails there arose such a clatter,
I tossed on my Pearls to see what was the matter.
First to the closet I went humming a carol,
Tossed on some Sporthill and threw on a Merrell.
The moon in the puddles of the never-ending rain,
Gave reminders that run gear was never a pain.
When, who to my supported arches should arrive,
But a running legend, and inspiration by his side.
With floppy brown hair and a top lip mustach-ey,
I knew in a moment that it must be Pre.
More rapid than Bekele on 5k courses they came,
They laced up their Sauconys, and he called them by name!
“Now Albert! now, Westphal! now, Iram and Andie!
On, Kristin! On, Mitchell! on Elaine and Johnny!
To the front of the line! to the top of results!
Now walk away! Run away! Sprint away all!”
As dry heaves after the fartleks come,
When they meet without hydration, (that sure is dumb).
So all around Oregon the inspirations flew,
With an Aer bag of gear, and Prefontaine too.
And then, with a flash, like Usain Bolt and all,
I saw the pounding and propelling of each Newton sole.
I tossed on my Smith Optics, and turning around,
Pre, the inspirers, and I hit Oregon’s ground.
We were dressed in Glimmer Gear, from our arms to our knees
As we tackled Pre’s Trail in nearby Eugene.
We put on some Montane as we headed to Bend,
And climbed up Smith Rock, on trails with no end.
Our bras – how they flattened! Our undies how comfy!
OR kept us so dry that we felt like jumping!
Our happy mouths were drawn up with a smile,
As our Soleus watches tracked every mile.
Health Warrior Chia was noshed tight by our teeth,
And the smoke from our pace circled round like a wreath.
We headed through Salem and around the Will. Valley,
Our pace slowed just once, to taste PB & Jelly.
We were both lean and plump (runners come in all sizes),
And we kept our route clean (trash is what Matt despises).
With a flip of our belt and some strollers that glide,
My less than ideal body felt it had nothing to hide.
Pre spoke not a word, during our Christmas Eve run,
But stayed focused and carefree, running’s supposed to be fun.
And laying his hand on my back I did feel,
Renewed and rejuvenated, 2016’s running goals sealed.
He sprang to his feet, to his buds gave a knuckle,
And away they all ran with a smile and a chuckle.
And I heard him exclaim, as if it were fate,
“Make a Day of It runners, it’s never too late”.
Merry Christmas from Run Oregon! We will be quiet the next few days on the blog, so we will see you again soon!