Saturday, December 15, 2012

twas the night before ghetto ...

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?)


and finally, my favorite christmas character ...

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