12/24/2025
đ âTwas the Night Before Race-mas
âTwas the night before Race-mas,
and all through the town,
Not an athlete was resting â
no one slowing down.
The bikes were all ready,
the goggles laid out,
Dreams of finish lines
were dancing about.
Trainers were humming,
the pool water still,
Cold air on the lake,
and a stubborn strong will.
Shoes by the doorway,
race belts in sight,
Fuel on the counter,
headlamps for night.
Somewhere a group gathered,
laughing and loud,
Chasing something bigger
than just being proud.
They trained in the dark,
they trained in the cold,
They chased after stories
that begged to be told.
They welcomed the tired,
the fast and the new,
The scared, the uncertain,
and the âmaybe I can too.â
Not for the medals,
not just the race â
But the fire in the heart
and the smile on the face.
Because this is a tribe,
not just what you do,
Itâs the becoming of something
stronger in you.
So wherever you are
on this holiday night,
If youâre chasing your edge
or your next little light â
Thereâs a place at the start line,
thereâs room in the pack,
Thereâs a tribe that believes
youâre already on track.
Train hard. Dream big.
The workâs worth the view.
And if this speaks to you â
maybe weâve been waiting for you.
