‘Twas the night before Ambassador, when all through the house

Not a Midget For Life was stirring, that little mouse;

The F3 shirts were laid out by their beds with care,

In hopes that the morning soon would be there;

The Raleigh Pax were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of a running workout danced in their heads;

And Yoda in his ‘Southwake shirt, and Frey in his Hoka’s,

Had just settled our brains to work out with these jokers,

The following morning they arose to earn merit,

They sprang from their bed to get some extra credit.

Away to downtown Raleigh they flew like a flash,

To be greeted by My Pleasure wearing a sash.

2 Southwake Pax and 1 from Raleigh,

Ran through downtown acting all jolly,

When what to our wondering eyes did appear,

But only a few cars and 6 more Raleigh F3ers,

So Emeril started the workout so lively and quick,

You could tell from his cadence that he was quite ticked.

And Yoda said he sounds pretty salty,

And he whistled, and shouted, and seemed pretty haughty:

“Now, Yoda! now, Frey! now Pleasure and Elliot!

On, Doc Quinn! on, Hot Tub! on, Walk This Way and Midget!

To the carousel! Let’s burn off those burgers!

Now partner up! Wheel-barrow! Burpees!”

After 1 round meet back up and repeat,

Then walking Imperials and some Merkins don’t cheat;

Back to the start they flew

To do some lunges and squats too—

And then, in a twinkling, back at the beginning

The Pax were barely grinning.

As I drew in my head, and turned it over to Midget

He took us on a jog to kill some clock digits.

Back to the carousel for the last 25 minutes,

Like an army in full pursuit;

Traveling balls caused some to grumble,

Others took ankles without even a mumble

Midgets’ 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,

As he encouraged the PAX to keep on going;

Into a crabwalk around the circle,

Crab city dips was definitely a rehearsal;

Duck walk, world war two

I think Yoda’s face was turning blue

Ran a couple more laps with a long gait.

Turkish getups to the count of eight,

To finally the circle for Mary;

Thank God for no partner carry

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to worry;

He spoke to the PAX, let’s do Freddy Mercury,

And called out Box cutter; then to Little Baby Crunches,

Spider Man? No Peter Parkers in bunches,

And giving a nod, we flipped for homer to marge;

Midget sprang to his knees, but some were slow like a barge,

Pickle pounders without a partner.

Angry birds, and we all felt smarter—

To finally 8 step absolution

Put an end to this persecution

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

PAX: Emeril, Midget for Life, My Pleasure, Hot Tub Time Machine, Frey Daddy, Yoda, Dr. Quinn, Elliot, Walk This Way

Announcements:
Frey Daddy ultra next Sunday 6:30 am
HC for My Pleasures first 1/2 marathon in Wrightsville.  He’s hoping other F3 Raleigh guy will join him.

Prayers: Frey, Crablegs, Ausfart