The 12 Days of Endurance Christmas
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(For those who prefer exhaustion over eggnog)
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On the first day of Christmas, my training gave to me:
A hip flexor pulsating cramp.
On the second day of Christmas, my blisters gave to me:
Two bloody heels,
And a hip flexor pulsating cramp.
On the third day of Christmas, my gear betrayed to me:
Three holes in my socks,
Two bloody heels,
And a hip flexor pulsating cramp.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my watch complained to me:
Four heart rate zones too high (is that even possible?!),
Three holes in my socks,
Two bloody heels,
And a hip flexor pulsating cramp.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my stomach challenged me:
FIIIIIVE bathroom stops!
Four heart rate zones too high,
Three holes in my socks,
Two bloody heels,
And a hip flexor pulsating cramp.
On the sixth day of Christmas, hydration failed on me:
Six liters too few,
FIIIIIVE bathroom stops!
Four heart rate zones too high,
Three holes in my socks,
Two bloody heels,
And a hip flexor pulsating cramp.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my legs rebelled at me:
Seven hills remaining,
Six liters too few,
FIIIIIVE bathroom stops!
Four heart rate zones too high,
Three holes in my socks,
Two bloody heels,
And a hip flexor pulsating cramp.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my toenails turned on me:
Eight black ones forming,
Seven hills remaining,
Six liters too few,
FIIIIIVE bathroom stops!
Four heart rate zones too high,
Three holes in my socks,
Two bloody heels,
And a hip flexor pulsating cramp.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my stomach cursed at me:
Nine gels revolting,
Eight black ones forming,
Seven hills remaining,
Six liters too few,
FIIIIIVE bathroom stops!
Four heart rate zones too high,
Three holes in my socks,
Two bloody heels,
And a hip flexor pulsating cramp.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my mind abandoned me:
Ten thoughts of quitting,
Nine gels revolting,
Eight black ones forming,
Seven hills remaining,
Six liters too few,
FIIIIIVE bathroom stops!
Four heart rate zones too high,
Three holes in my socks,
Two bloody heels,
And a hip flexor pulsating cramp.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my soul mutinied:
Eleven muscles screaming,
Ten thoughts of quitting,
Nine gels revolting,
Eight black ones forming,
Seven hills remaining,
Six liters too few,
FIIIIIVE bathroom stops!
Four heart rate zones too high,
Three holes in my socks,
Two bloody heels,
And a hip flexor pulsating cramp.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, I celebrated me!
And signed up to do it all again in 2026.
Be gritty, my friends.
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