Two days of oversleeping finally took it’s toll. I tossed and turned the whole night. Had every intention of making it to the 7:30 AM, but seeing as I was wide awake at 3 PM, I turned off my alarm. And was still awake by 7 AM.

Nickey texted. “Head-to-head today?” Why the hell not, I suppose. I rearranged my schedule so that I could make the 12:30.

Then Nickey texted the WOD. Bloody hell. I guess I was going to have to sing for my supper.

WOD was, for time:

16, 12, 8, 4, 2

• front squats (Rx for men was 135 lbs, 95 lbs. for women.)
• side-to-side push-ups

Um, I’d like to buy a vowel, please.

Farkme. I HATE SQUATS. And I hate front squats even more.

Did I mention that I HATE SQUATS?!!!

To think that I could have been Christmas shopping instead…

Of course, there was a clause. Those who couldn’t do Rx (- No, ma’am, you may not buy a vowel), after getting down to two reps, had to go back up the other way (4, 8, 12) to 16 reps. Brilliant.

I loaded 10-lb. plates to a 25-lb. bar for 45 lbs. So it was front squats, then side-to-side push-ups, front squats, then side-to-side push-ups. Ibloodyhatesquats.

I finished in 11:18 minutes, then did my 50 sit-ups.

I’m ready for my lechon now, Ms. Casa San Pablo.