Twas The Night Before CrossFit...

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the box

Not a Cfer was stirring, not even in tall socks

The bands were hung from the bar with care,

In hopes that new CrossFitters would miss the blood that had been there;

CFer's were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of meat and nuts danced in their heads;

And mamma in her lululemon, and I in my knee wrap ,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the platform there arose such a clatter,

Like Someone Hitting PR after PR like it just didn't matter.

Away to the window I flew like Grace Fast,

Not to miss out, or get even get the slightest gassed.

The moon on the gloss of a new kettle-bell

Gave the presence of WOD's we all know to well

When, what to my bloodshot eyes should appear,

But a small army of CrossFitters all full of cheer,

With a stopwatch in hand, and Coconut water to boot,

I knew in a moment this would be a hoot

More rapid than thrusters, those reps did appear

And of course you can bet, no shortage of beer

"Now, one! now, two! now, three and four!

Yelled all trainers now more lively than before!

To the top of the bar! to the top of the rope!

Nothing could stop them not even the Pope"

As many came before, many shall come after,

When they meet with an obstacle, it never seems to matter.

So up to the white board their names did fly,

And just remember, there's no such thing as a tie.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard the scream time

As if someone stroking out, or reaching their prime

As I drew in my head, to see who shouted,

I was meet with our winner, not to be re-routed

He was dressed in boards shorts, and covered in chalk,

And his tattoos were all sweaty; some started to gawk

His bucket of food he slung on his back 

And he looked like a science project about ready to yack.

His eyes -- how ferocious, his callouses, how bloody

Just like everyone else-seemingly muddy!

His arms were cramping his lungs on fire,

But this is just another WOD, our hero does not tire

The promise of more to come, loomed heavily above

But what the hell we have time; theres no reason to shove

He had a broad face and abs of steel,

Like it had been some time since his last cheat meal.

He was sliced and diced from fran, and helen

Man those minutes pay off, much more than treadmillin

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He only said "bro", while returning to work,

As he started in on a PR split jerk,

And laying his fingers hook grip with care,

We couldn't help, but with one final stare;

He sprang to lockout with every bit of his might,

making us proud to be CrossFitters this night

Merry Christmas Form Practice CrossFIt.

Comments

[Dana]

Wow, Josh - this is awesome!!

Merry Christmas everybody!

[Steph]

Merry Christmas!! Hope everyone has a truly blessed day with family and friends!