Every runner down in Runnville liked running a lot.

But the Grinch, who lived in Runnit, he did NOT!

The Grinch hated running! He hated the runners!

Now, please don't ask why.

No one quite knows the cause.

It could be his knees were much too weak.

It could be, perhaps, he had a obese physique.

But I think that the most likely reason of all,

May have been that his running shoes were two sizes too small.

Whatever the reason, his knees or his physique,

He stood there every day, all grumpy and green,

Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown,

As they ran uphills and then ran down.

For he knew all the runners below,

Were busy now, doing their fartleks and their strides.

"Now they're doing intervals!" he snarled with a sneer,

"Tomorrow is race day! It's practically here!"

Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming,

"I MUST find some way to stop race day from coming!"

For tomorrow, he knew, the runners would wake bright and early.

They would poop, and eat, and poop once more.

They would line up in their corrals and question whether they should have pooped a third time before walking out the door.

Then he got an idea! An awful idea!

THE GRINCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!

"I know just what to do!" The Grinch laughed with a cheer.

He got a sled with some bags and then started down.

Toward the homes where the runners lay sleeping in their town.

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.

You really are a heel striker.

You're as cuddly as a coyote,

You're as charming as LRC.

Mr. Grinch...I wouldn't touch you with a

Thirty-nine and a half foot plunger.

All the runners were all dreaming sweet dreams without care.

When he came to the first little house on the square.

"This is stop number one," the Grinch hissed,

And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.

He took their hydration belts! And headphones!

He took their butt wipes! And buck knives!

And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,

Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!

Then he heard a small sound like the call of a pug.

He turned around fast, and he saw a young runner!

Little FlashArcher, who'd got out of bed for some water.

He stared at the Grinch and said, "/u/YourShoesUntied, why?”

"Why are you taking our stuff?

But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick,

He thought up a answer, and he thought it up quick!

"Shut your face, or I’ll ban you.”

The End