Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, everyone is stirring because we’re listening to the screeching and clunking of the garbage truck outside our window.
I get that this shit needs to be picked up, but you’re harshing my “Silent Night” vibe here.
All I need is the leaf blower guy to show up with the GRNNNNRRNNNRRRRGGGGGG GRRRNNNGGGGGGGNNNNGGGG GRNNNGGGGGGGGGINNNNG of his industrial-sized, diesel leaf wind destroyer to make things better.
By “better” I mean “STAHHHHHP.”
Last night at Crossfit, our evil coaches devised a new hell for us to the theme of “The 12 Days of Christmas”…you know the song…
This particular workout was done like the song: On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: a beer. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: two turtlenecks, and a beer. And so on…
(It should be quite obvious to you that I prefer the Bob and Doug McKenzie version of this song.)
For those of you who don’t speak Crossfit, this is what the workout consisted of (and my weights/modifications for it):
- One Clean & Jerk (45#)
- Two handstand push ups (box-assisted version)
- Three box jump overs (step overs)
- Four sumo deadlift high pull (26# kettle bell)
- Five hand release push ups (knee pushups)
- Six pistol squats (squat to bench)
- Seven burpees
- Eight toes to bar (floor to bar variation)
- Nine wall balls (10#)
- Ten pull ups (ring rows)
- Eleven hang power cleans (45#)
- Twelve front squats (45#)
Once we began, we did one clean and jerk. Then we did two handstand push ups (or the modification), and one clean and jerk. Then three box jump overs, two handstand pushups, and one clean and jerk. You get the picture.
Hard as fuck. Took me just shy of 37 minutes to complete the whole thing. Needless to say, I’m a bit sore today. However, I am going to the special noon Christmas Eve WOD because they don’t have night classes tonight for obvious reasons.
Want to see a photo of me doing a 20″ box jump? Unbeknownst to me, they took a shot of me doing one. I don’t look TOO bad…
Tim’s been sick all week, so he’s been missing out on these workouts. I hope he’s feeling better by next week so he can suffer…er…join in on the fun with me.
Although I do gripe about how sore I am, I love how sore I am. It means I’ve been doing something with myself. Especially since I made another batch of cookies yesterday. Oops!
Tonight, we’re going to have a Christmas Eve feast of charcuterie, cheese, artichoke dip, smoked salmon, and some bubbly. Tomorrow we’re not getting out of our pajamas and I’m finally going to indulge in some mindless movie/TV watching all day. I may make another post too, you never know! 😀
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night without garbage trucks harshing your mellow.