You'd better watch out
Dec 9, 2013 14:56:20 GMT
Post by patricklondon on Dec 9, 2013 14:56:20 GMT
Or at least, you should have done last Sunday morning, because several thousand Santas (among them my niece ) turned up in Victoria Park in east London for a charity run:
There were Santas of all ages, sizes and even species, with sundry non-traditional variations on the costume, collecting for all kinds of charities - medical, social, environmental. Many of these had set up booths and banners for their groups.
After a not-too-serious set of warm-up exercises and posing for group photos (my niece is hiding behind a beard below), they all flooded towards the start point, and set out round the edge of the park.
The fastest of the serious athletes among them were back at the beginning of the 5km course within a quarter of an hour, and from then on a mixture of fast runners, joggers, people with dogs and pushchair on a family amble came through. Clearly one child could not be parted from her scooter, but there was one little lad, who can't have more than about 7, who ran proudly home with his dad (too fast for me to take a photo), and he was grinning from here to Christmas.
Somehow they all managed not to bump into each other as they either collected their medal with relief or ran straight on to make it up to 10km. Apart from a few late stragglers, it was all over in plenty of time for lunch.
And yes, children, even Santa needs the loo:
There were Santas of all ages, sizes and even species, with sundry non-traditional variations on the costume, collecting for all kinds of charities - medical, social, environmental. Many of these had set up booths and banners for their groups.
After a not-too-serious set of warm-up exercises and posing for group photos (my niece is hiding behind a beard below), they all flooded towards the start point, and set out round the edge of the park.
The fastest of the serious athletes among them were back at the beginning of the 5km course within a quarter of an hour, and from then on a mixture of fast runners, joggers, people with dogs and pushchair on a family amble came through. Clearly one child could not be parted from her scooter, but there was one little lad, who can't have more than about 7, who ran proudly home with his dad (too fast for me to take a photo), and he was grinning from here to Christmas.
Somehow they all managed not to bump into each other as they either collected their medal with relief or ran straight on to make it up to 10km. Apart from a few late stragglers, it was all over in plenty of time for lunch.
And yes, children, even Santa needs the loo:
