140227

Twas the night before the Open Christmas, when all through the Reebok/CrossFit megabox house, not a competitive exerciser creature was kipping stirring, not even a Spealler mouse.
The WODKilla socks stockings were hung by the coconut water machine chimney with care,
In hopes that Dave Castro’s suit St Nicholas soon would announce anything heavy be there.

The washed up college athletes children were nestled all snug in their overpriced recovery gear beds,
While visions of cheat meals sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And rich soccer moms mamma in her Lululemon ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just rolled out for two hours settled our brains for a 45 minute AMRAP of box jumps long winter’s nap.

When out on the place we pretend to lift stones lawn there arose such a angry white people music clatter, I triple extended sprang from the Airdyne bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the garage door window I flew like a Dan Bailey flash,
Sumo deadlift high-pulled Tore open the shutters and threw up the Pure Pharma banner sash.

“Now Rich Dasher! now, Khalipa Dancer! now, Camille Prancer and Christmas Abbott Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the rope porch! to the top of the well… wall wall!
Now row a marathon dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As softballs dry leaves that grown men can’t throw before the wild hurricane fly,
When Rich they met with an swimming pool obstacle, he tried not to die mount to the sky.
So up to the Pendleton house-top the cheap single speeds coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Progenex Toys, and Castro St Nicholas too.

He catapulted sprang to his wrapped hummer sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all had a four inch verticals flew like the OCT showed us down of a thistle.
But I heard him say over the walky-talkie exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of camera frame sight,
“Happy Open Christmas to all, and to all a torn achilles good-night!”


WOD 140227:

Rest day.

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