sweet run last sunday! started from humber station and ran up k2 and up and up the dingle. temp is still really good for shorts, even though the pylon ban on tights was officially lifted december 1st.
feeling the trail love ...
hello birthday tree!
stole this from the mighty one - pretty sure it's my 1 rep max clean and jerk - 110lbs - not too bad ...
thursday run in albion was amazing! haaaa! shorts and no jacket mid-december. gotta like THAT!
wednesday was our second annual ghetto christmas party! i put together the workout - which almost everyone screwed up - 'oh ya kendra, we know how it goes ...' NOT !!
played our favorite ghetto christmas carol - '
the season's upon us' by the dropkick murphys. and then read the ghetto version of 'twas the night before christmas' ...
Twas the night before ghetto, when all through
the tree house
Not a creature was stirring, not even miss lilian.
The new
white board was leaning by the chicken shrine with care,
In hopes that the
workout soon would be written there.
The ghetto girls were nestled all snug
in their beds,
While nightmares of last years’ burpee contest danced in their
heads.
And the torture queen in her boxers, and an old t-shirt too,
Had
just settled down after trying to hang the fucking lights.
When out on
the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I slowly got myself up out of the bed to
see what was the matter.
Away to the balcony I hobbled,
tripped over a
running shoe and banged into a chair.
The moon on the breast of the
new-fallen clumps of dog shit
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects
below.
When, what to my half-open eyes should appear,
But a ghetto sled,
being pulled by a bunch of chickens.
With a big muscly driver, so lively
and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be the mighty alex.
More rapid than
eagles his victims they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them
by name!
"Now andrea! now, sharon! now, anna fair and marion!
On, jan!
On, sarah! on anna and irene!
To the top of the driveway! to the end of the
road!
Now squat away! lunge away! pull that sled away all!"
As dry
leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle,
mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the
sleigh full of kettlebells, and the mighty alex too.
And then, in a
twinkling, I heard on the balcony
The scratching and pecking of each little
chicken.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the set of
rings, the mighty alex came with a bound.
He was dressed all in nike,
from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with bacon and
blueberries.
A stack of weights he had flung on his back,
And he looked
like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His muscles how they flexed! his
quads so scary!
His butt cheeks like coconuts, his biceps like steel!
His
face was drawn up in a sinister smile,
Cuz he knew the ghetto girls would be
hurtin in awhile.
The bone from a steak he held tight in his
teeth,
And he bellowed when doing pull-ups, don’t forget to breathe.
He
had a cute face and a six pack for sure,
But walked into the punching bag
hanging by the door!
Now i would never call him chubby or plump, and not
even a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him check the chalk
bucket out!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to
know the ghetto girls should be full of dread.
He spoke not a word, but
went straight to his work,
And wrote out the workout, then turned with a
clean and jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod,
up the chin-up bar he kipped!
He sprang to his sled, to his chickens gave
a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard
him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"merry christmas to all, and to all
a good beating!"
and look who was back for friday night club! THOMAS! so we just HAD to get a pic of team 'thomas, jay and an old snatch' ! (do you like the black and white camera shot?)
awesome!!!
and finally, my favorite christmas character ...
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