LL recently posted about our family’s “Pajama Time” tradition. My husband and I also have carried on that tradition into our adulthood, purchasing a new pair of pajamas to be opened on Christmas Eve, for a cozy night by the fire with a warm mug of Tom & Jerry.
But I also have a tradition that I have been following for probably the past 8 years- a Christmas morning run. I started the Christmas morning run tradition back in college, when I would be home for the holidays at my parents house in Michigan. Knowing that the rest of the day would include a big meal, several glasses of wine, and lots of “laziness,” I wanted to start off the day by burning at least some calories.
I have continued this tradition every year (perhaps a tad to my husband’s chagrin, as he takes his “pajama time” very seriously on Christmas day). Last year, I actually met some friends for a snowy 8 miler. It was a lovely run on a lovely winter day.
This year, I was on my own, but it was easy to get up and go for a run, as the weather in my city was unseasonably warm. There was no snow on the ground, and the temperatures were in the mid-40s. And I guess I was not entirely alone; I had Matilda the Vizsla with me. It was a perfect way to exercise her, while continuing my tradition.