Day 3169 —Drifting in Slumberland— with a GIANT sand SANTA head

The holiday song version (thanks to chatGPS)

"I woke up early on Hanukkah morn 

My daughter placed a gift right by my bed 

I rubbed my eyes and tried to understand 

The time and how long I had been in slumberland

She said to me, 'Get up, dada, don't delay 

Santa's already been, now it's time to play' 

I rose and stretched and made my way outside 

To run my mile, my Hanukkah joy and pride

Sometimes it feels like a long, long way 

Like I'm back in gym class, working hard every day 

But other times it's just a little breeze 

A moment to myself, a chance to catch my breath and seize

This mile I run, it's mine to take 

A gift I give to myself, for goodness sake 

I find new strength and new resolve 

As I run and run, my heart and soul involved

So wake up, wake up, it's time to start 

Embrace the holiday and the joy in your heart 

Run your mile, make it your own 

And have a happy Hanukkah, with 

Santa by your side and friends at home"

My daughter put a giant present in front of my face while I was still in bed. “Get up, dada!” I didn't get up. I continued to wonder what time it was and how long I had been sleeping. An hour later, I was out running my mile. A distance that can be this indescribable thing. Sometimes it feels like a lot – “I had to run a mile in gym class.” Other times it feels like something you shouldn't mention – “I ended up adding an extra mile when I missed that turn.” But it's something I got to rediscover today.