In a couple of days, the greatest endurance event in the world will begin. Thousands of miles logged by a single clydesdale in a 24-hour period. Of course, we’re talking about ol’ Kris Kringle. Since we pray at the altar of running, we like to keep this blog non-denominational, but you gotta admit–when it comes to superhuman feats of endurance, the jolly man has to be at the top of any list.
And really, when you think about it (as we have…a lot), how similar is his X-Mas journey to an ultraultramarathon? He’s got all the tell-tale signs of a serious runner. First, the circumference of the Earth is about 25,000 miles, or just short of a thousand marathons. Second, he wears a blended wool suit–the perfect breathable material for wicking away the perspiration. Third, every stop he makes, he loads up on oatmeal cookies and chugs some eggnog. Now, we might recommend something with a bit more electrolytes, but clearly Santa is concerned with keeping his carbs and glucose levels high. Smart.
One thing that we can’t quite wrap our noodles around is the reindeer. If St. Nick is really just a hardcore distance freak, why try and convince the world that he’s just flying around behind some bioluminescent ruminants? One guess–he doesn’t want to let anyone in on his training secrets. Now, everyone thinks that the best runners are those that train at altitude, and in the heat. Think Kenya, and Ethiopia, and Mexico. But what if the best marathon biome is really the frozen ice floes of the North Pole? How else do you explain the fact that a several centuries old man pushing 300 lbs–and who is mythical, no less–can complete the most grueling test of human willpower known to mankind? And can keep coming back for more every December 25th?
We’d sure like to know his secret. That’s all we want for Christmas. That, and also the ability to fly.


