‘Twas the day after Christmas, and outside of the house, just three creatures were stirring…no one does the poem justice like Grundy, so why try?
Good weather this morning, cooler, no rain, still and quiet given festivities the day previous.
Warmup (all 10x IC)
– Seal jacks
– Self love
– Toe touches
– High knees
– Torso twists
– Hillbillies
Thang
True to form, someone had to keep up a tradition of the 12 days of Christmas – themed beatdown. We moseyed down to the lake and back, stopping each block to honor one of the days of Christmas, adding “gifts” from our true love F3 until we made it all the way to 12.
At the lake, we paused midway for some IC BSSs, freak nastys, and step ups, where an angel of the Lord called out to the two shepherds YHC and Hammer and revealed to us that we were both right-foot dominant. Not exactly the magnitude of revelation from thousands of years ago to those keeping watch, but it’d do.
As for the days (it helps if you sing it):
On the twefth day of Christmas, Granny’s Q gave to me:
– 12 knuckle merkins
– 11 Peter Parker’s
– 10 Legs a lunging
– 9 Americans hammering
– 8 count body builders (8)
– 7 jumpers squatting
– 6 monkeys jumping
– 5 Don-key kiiiiiiiiicccks
– 4 frogs a crunching
– 3 T merkins
– 2 stars a jumping
– And a burpee for both you and for meeeeeee
COT
Count, NOR, announcements, and prayer closed us out, where we continued to lift up Freon and his family, as well as the Brady family.
Einstein is going to kill the pax tomorrow at the Gipper with Norwegian speed skating (it’s no joke, your legs will love it) and we’ll have more Christmas fun on Saturday when YHC returns to Q (if not before), so let’s wrap up the year strong!
SYITG
