Running through the town dressed as Santa

Every year in our home town, hundreds of people gather together at the local football ground dressed in Santa outfits and run in the boroughs annual Santathon. Young and old, people run or walk 5k to raise money for St Francis Hospice. A local independent charity who provide care and support to individuals with a life-limiting illness, as well as their carers and family members.

Last year the eldest boy and Dad ran and we supported them, they were the first male and boy child over the finish line. This year the eldest wasn’t very well due to a having sickness bug a couple of days earlier so he didn’t run, but instead the two youngest, Dad and I ran. I had been out to the shops over the weekend to buy some festive outfits. Dad wanted to go in a sexy santa outfit and Oliver a Reindeer. It wasn’t as easy as I thought, buying a santa outfit. I visited all the pound shops and superstores, but no where sold the outfits only santa hats. After traipsing round the shops for an hour I eventually found a store that sold a female and boys outfit.

The event was taking place on Sunday at 11am. Up and dressed, we arrived at 10.30 to register and pay our entry fee. All payments going to charity and any that they received on the day were going to be double by Barclays bank.

posing before the race
all ready to run

My boys looked so cute!

As time was nearing to the start of the race we was all called outside into the football stadium and gathered in the terrace for a little warm up by the Mayor and Diags from Towie. Dad and Joseph were down at the front with the other fast runners. Oliver and I were towards the back.

It took a while for us to get out of the stadium as there were so many of us but as we exited the gates and the crowds of santas began to filter out, Oliver saw a gap and began to run. I couldn’t keep up with him. He is used to running a 2k but this was his first 5k run, so I explained to him that it was longer and that if he wanted to stop he just had to tell me. That wasn’t going to stop him, he was in the running mood and just kept on running. We slowed our pace and enjoyed running along. Cars were bibbing us and people were waving, it was such a lovely, happy moment. Oliver held my hand and we ran together.

I felt so proud of my little man running along the streets, he didn’t stop once! We had to slow at some points to get passed other santas or because cars were parked on the pavement and there were no room but his little legs just kept on running. Just like Forest Gump!

As we neared the finish, Daddy (who had already finished) came to help us along

IMG_20151213_123038My little man was so proud of himself when he crossed the finish line. He was presented with a medal and he ran off to find his brothers to show them.

DSC_3073_optDaddy was the first male over the finish line so he was awarded a trophy

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We all had a fun day, there were lots of laughter and brilliant achievements. Joseph ran it in just over 22 minutes and Oliver just over 34. I’m so proud of my boys!

Can’t wait until next year when we can all run as a family again. Hopefully the eldest won’t be ill and he can join in too.




Nothing like a fun run

The weekend just passed, we visited a local country park fair where the boys took part in a children’s 1 mile fun run.

The sun was shining and we arrived in good time so we could have a little look around. There was lots to see and do like; donkey riding, stalls to visit, food to try, farm animals to look at, watch llamas race each other, a climbing wall to try, and much more. But the reason why we was there was for the children’s fun run. It was taking part after the adults 5k race had finished, so we stood around and waited. The boys had fun jumping from the log wall onto the bails of hay and they posed for a few photos too

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it wasn’t long until the children were called to the start line



The children all lined up, As the horn went off the children set off fast. Poor little Joseph fell flat on his face into the dry grass, after only taking a few steps. He didn’t moan though, he just got up, wiped his face and off he went to catch up with the other racers.

As they passed round the corner and go off into the distance I made my way to the finish line, on the other end of the country fair. I stood there and it wasn’t not long before I saw my eldest boy come from beyond the trees and round the corner to the finish line. He finished first with a time of 5:51, he was very happy with it.

Jak coming over the finish line
Jak coming over the finish line

As I cheered on the young girl that came in second, I must admit I was shocked to see my Joseph heading towards the finish line. Not because he isn’t very good at running but because he had the fall at the start.

Run Joseph!
Run Joseph!

I was so proud of my boys, so far 2 out of 3 had finished the race coming in first and third! Joseph ran the fun run in 7:44, very impressive!

As I was congratulating the two eldest boys in their running and giving them a quick refreshment, I heard daddy cheering on our little one. A lady that we know had agreed to run along with him as I had stupidly put on sandals and Daddy was needed to pace the children through the park. I couldn’t believe it, my little three year old was running like a pro! As they neared the finish line, the lady held his hand and they crossed together.



My little superstar and finished the run in 10:03. Daddy and I were so proud of him and his brothers for trying so hard, especially as it was so hot.

Little Oliver must have been shocked himself as he couldn’t even talk, bless him!

All of the children that took part in the fun run received a little medal


Oliver couldn’t stop looking at it, he was really proud of receiving it and kept saying “I can’t believe I’ve got my own medal!”

We walked back to the car, past a few of the stalls and stopped by the Llamas


Joseph particularly enjoyed reading about the animals as he is currently doing a school project on the country Chile, he couldn’t wait to go home and add the information that he had found out into his project.

It was a lovely morning.

One very happy and proud mummy signing off!

Have your children recently run in a children’s race?