Slightly exhausted after helping with deliveries last night, and ahead of starting their own Christmas Day celebrations, three GoodGymers headed to Worthing parkrun.

John set up and parkwalked, Belinda ran the show as Run Director and results processor. Roxy welcomed finishers by barcode scanning.

With Ryan, Sarah, Sue W, and Gill also out on the course we enjoyed the best way to start a Christmas day.

Twas the night before Christmas....

It was early dusk when six GoodGymers who had offered to be Santa’s support crew for the big night arrived at the local distribution hub.

Roxy, got the bit between her teeth and with a grin full of mischief, rounded up the reindeer with the help of her dog Mali, who took the task far more seriously than anyone else. Hooves clattered, bells jingled, and at a speed only GoodGym could achieve, the reindeer were neatly hitched to the sleigh, snorting clouds of frosty breath into the night.

Christmas lost?

Santa, meanwhile, was nowhere to be seen. He was soon discovered by Stéphane, hiding behind a stack of sacks, pale and trembling. Dogs made him nervous. Always had. Stéphane coaxed him out gently, promising the dog would stay at the front and absolutely not lick his boots. He still held back…..

The first Christmas miracle

John was handed a spare outfit — miraculously, the perfect size. No one asked questions. Christmas magic has its own tailoring department.

Ready, steady…… Wait for the briefing!

Julia, now officially promoted to Senior Elf for the Evening, cleared her throat and delivered the safety briefing with her usual authority: “Hold on tight. No looking down. Participation entirely at your own risk.” Everyone nodded solemnly.

There were, however, particular concerns about Elf Sarah. The route would take them through wildly changing climates, and Sarah did not like rain. Reins, however, turned out to be fine. She took charge of Rudolph’s reins, gripping them with purpose and pride. At precisely the right moments, she would pass them to Santa, along with any other essential accessories, as if this were a highly rehearsed operation rather than festive chaos.

Up, up and away

As the sleigh lifted into the sky, the team sang a slow, slightly mournful version of No El, No El, in quiet recognition of the absence of one of their regulars. The night listened respectfully.

Somewhere over the mountains, the Naughty and Nice list slipped from the sleigh and vanished into the darkness below. There was a pause. Then a decision. There will be no coal left this year. Fortunately, the gift list was thorough. They knew exactly what to leave, and there was also a note for each house in the world saying chimney or key!

Racing through the night

They barely noticed the miles passing beneath them; mountains, seas, rooftops blurring together. The sleigh slowed only just enough to dip, deliver, and vanish again. In and out in the blink of an eye. Presents left. Carrots and mince pies collected. And, where tradition demanded, a warming alcoholic tipple respectfully sampled. If you’ve ever wondered why you’ve never seen Santa, only sensed him, now you know. It’s speed.

And we’re done

And just like that, it was over. With the built-in homing instincts of racing pigeons, the reindeer were released to fly themselves home. There they feasted on sackfuls of gathered carrots before bedding down for a long, well-earned rest.

Sixth sense

Thank you to “The Six” who gave their time to bring so many smiles across the world. It happened so quickly you might not even remember it.
Was it a dream? Did it really happen? Well, did you wake feeling slightly tipsy? More fed than usual*? Then you know.
You know.

Epilogue

*apart from Belinda. She woke up completely hammered and absolutely starving. Turns out there still aren’t enough gluten-free pastry makers in the world.

Back to School for Round 2 of Painting!

GoodGym returned to our local primary school this evening for Part Two of our big corridor-makeover mission — and what a team effort it was!

Richard, the ever-organised facilities manager, had everything laid out and ready to go the moment we arrived: Regulation cream paint, brushes, rollers, trays… the works. With supplies in hand, we jumped straight back into transforming the corridor we began on our previous visit. The group quickly settled into a rhythm, and the once-tired walls started to brighten again under fresh coats of paint.

Meanwhile, a brave trio — Paul, Paul, and Mel — volunteered for a mission within the mission: giving the girls’ toilets a much-needed refresh. Hats off to them for stepping up!

But the evening’s GG Hero Award simply had to go to Belinda, who fearlessly took the lead into the boys’ toilets, confronting both the walls and the smell. She was soon joined by Roxy and Paula, forming a powerhouse team that got the job done with determination (and possibly held breath). Absolute legends — bravo! 😇😇😇

Barbara also deserves a big shout-out for taking on paint splodge clean-up duty — a task requiring keen eyes, steady hands, and a sense of humour as she chased down rogue drips and smudges before they could set in. Every team needs a detail hero 🙏

A special shout-out as well to John, who took over photography duties for the evening. A refreshing change from the usual snapper — and much appreciated!📷

Another fantastic night of teamwork, transformation, and community spirit — proving once again that when it comes to a pot of cream paint, GoodGym knows exactly how to whip it into shape! 🎨😄