Imagine Christmas Eve, but you know you’ve been a rotten kid all year, and you know Santa knows you’ve been a rotten kid all year. You know you could have worked more consistently and gotten a muscle up, but you didn’t, and now there’s four more monday/tuesday/wednesdays you’ve got to sweat out waiting to see when muscle ups are going to appear and destroy your Open. You know you could have worked smarter and got more coaching and lost a few more pounds so that you could do a HSPU, but you didn’t, and now NORAD has picked up Santa’s sleigh and it isn’t heading towards your town. You know you could have tried five pistols every time you went to the box until you got one, but you didn’t, and now there’s four more WODs that might have pistols. Ask not for whom the WOD tolls, it tolls for you, and your goats. I wonder what tomorrow’s WOD will be…
Published on March 12, 2013 05:27