Friday, February 19, 2010

WALKING THE PLANK

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  1. 7:31
    I went to general quarters for this wod, already tattered and beaten from the calisthenics and hallucinating like a scurvey stricken sailor on battery acid. The titanic effort simulated a fuel/fire relationship exponentially compounding one movement and then the other ending in a firey blaze sinking in a sea of lactic acid only to realize that the end was just the beginning to the world's end. The first part of this wod was perfectly charted, sailing as much as possible while preserving the motor and keeping fuel stores and sea rations high. After successfully navigating uncharted waters the deadlifts brought rough seas and disapointing tales of ill repute. Enough rest was taken so that one complete set would've been sufficient horsepower to steam to victory. The propulsion system failed miserably as the hamstrings engaged in mutiny. The weight wasn't heavy nor was the grip compromised. The breach in the hull
    was a tragedy on the high seas as robbers absconded the destroyer of his mojenical power thereby reducing him to an ash-filled urn sinking into oblivion.

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