After my 18km run this morning, Nike congratulated me for hitting the 2000km mark. Yay God! I’ve had a good running year. And to celebrate it, I have made an impromptu executive decision to take a break from running until the new year. A well deserved break. And I get to indulge. Yes. My workouts must decrease and my cookie intake must increase! After all, we are now counting off the 12 days of Christmas. And, bannange, it will not be the token cake “sampling.” It’s the whole enchilada: Fudgy Brownies, Mona’s classic Chocolate Chip cookies, what have you. Even the Ginger bread man my little 8 year-old sweetie pie made last weekend will be put to the taste. Kwegamba! Thankfully, my nosy auntie (a certified wiseacre that one – the one who pokes my “christmas tummy” around New Year’s eve) won’t be with us this Christmas. She delights in making an example of me. Not funny. Not at all.