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Saturday, 24Dec11


Christmas Eve Met-Con Blast

As we prepare for Christmas, we have in front of us all of the Chrismas fare. Tonight we will eat, drink and party all we can. So this workout will be dedicated to the gluttonus, drunkuous and festivous alter-ego inside of us all. Here we go!!

30 w/30 r seconds for 24 minutes ~ No rest

  • TRX recline & high pulls
  • DB walking lunges
  • Plank walkers
  • DB Thrusters


20 w / 20 r seconds for 20 minutes ~No rest

  • Half burpees
  • Reclines
  • Donkey kick to box jump


“‘Twas the Night Before Christmas”

By Clement Clarke Moore

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a  creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the  chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The  children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums  danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had  just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there  arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up  the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the  lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should  appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little  old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted,  and called them by name;

“Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and  VIXEN!
To the top of the  porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash 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 toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in  a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little  hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St.  Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to  his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle  of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening  his pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His  cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was  drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it  encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round  belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was  chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in  spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me  to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to  his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And  laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he  rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team 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,