Written by: The Alabama Poet
Twas the Murph before Christmas and all through the park not a creature was stirring except four PAX in the dark.
The question was asked “What will we do? Should we modify or would a real Murph do?”
A debate ensued and the majority ruled, four PAX ran out into the gloom.
A few steps in the oldest PAX bailed. He went to the track to forge his own trail.
The three PAX continued then up on the track there stood such a puddle they ran through the grass.
Then on to the playground where our oldest PAX stood. We decided twenty rounds of 5 pull-ups, 10 push-ups, and 15 squats would be good.
Then on to a discussion about a super seafood salad it carried on like a longwinded ballad
The time kept ticking as the rounds kept going we completed the twenty then back to the one-mile and closing.
A modified mile to avoid the big blue then a sprint to the finish War Eagle he flew.
On Bogey, on Eagle, on Pai Gow, and old Amnesty too…
Merry Christmas to all and to all a fit night…
On a serious note, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to everyone. Continue to remember those who are celebrating Christmas alone and those who are celebrating their first and last Christmas with a dear loved one. Finally, remember that Jesus is the true reason for the season.
