‘Twas the Night Before CrossFit . . .
. . . when all through the Box
Not a creature was stirring, not even a fox;
The bumpers were hung by the rack stands with care,
In hopes that Coach Glassman soon would be there;
The members were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of
sugar plums beef jerky danced in their heads;
And Fran in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear but . . .
150 BURPEES. FOR TIME.
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These are from completely prone to jumping and touching an object eight inches above maximum reach.
“My father’s cardiologist needs to have his face forcibly rearranged.”
Strength training over Christmas and New Year’s
Calling bullsh*t on those calorie-counters on cardio equipment
Calling bullsh*t on chocolate as a health food