In support of B.C. Children’s Hospital
Donate to the Equipment Fund!
And for every dollar donated, up to $2,500.00,
Silk will match it dollar for dollar with a donation to
B.C. Children’s Hospital
from Sandman’s wallet!!!
Please forward e-transfer, cash or cheque to Corey
Thank you to all who have donated to the Equipment Fund so far. We have so appreciated your thoughtfulness. Seeing the Ski Erg, Rogue War Bars, Adjustable dumbbell with dumbbell bumpers and Rogue Plates in action has been a sight to behold.
Currently the fund is short $500 and Sandman’s wallet is just a bit too heavy (it’s probably the cause of his back pain). Make him pay the full $2500 to B.C. Children’s Hospital. The deadline of December 31st, 2019 is fast approaching.
Invest in Yourself. Those kids, You and Crossfit Empower deserves it.
And while you search in your own wallets, here is some Holiday entertainment:
‘Twas the Night Before the WOD
‘Twas the night before the WOD, when all through the box
Members dreamed of being that jock.
The bands were hung by the rig with merely a prayer,
In hopes of pull-up glory with nary a care;
The weights were nestled all snug in their racks,
With visions of snatches without ruining one’s back;
And Touch in his toque, and Corey with bare feet,
Crossed fingers for fear of possible defeat,
When out on the sidewalk there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my sit-ups to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the door, ready to dash.
The moon on West 4th and Alma Street
Shocked my eyes, with fear of defeat,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Touch’s ghost, I gave a great cheer,
With Corey’s apparition by his side,
I knew in a moment it would be a wild ride.
More rapid than eagles their squats they began,
Maintaining full depth, not like that Sandman;
“Now, Super Mario! now, Shades! now, Stillwaters and Big Cat!
On, Hee Hee! on the Truth! on, Dangers and Sprite!
To the top of the rope! to a million wall balls!
Now smash away! smash away! smash away all!”
As dry heaves abound before the great WOD,
Other’s respond with a great big hurrah,
The chalk bucket rounds with dust, making snow,
Corey frowns, “Let’s get going you guys, pronto!”
And then, in a twinkling, I heard from next door
The namaste-ing yoga class letting out a great roar.
As the WOD prepared, the sprinters went wild,
With Corey’s taunts of not blowing your pile.
He was dressed in Empower gear from head to toe,
He really ought to also have a big bow.
A bundle of weight vests he had flung on his back,
And he looked like he wanted to show off his six-pack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how scary!
His Points of Performance chart made us all wary!
His words spoke of midline stabilization,
While it looked like everyone was already on vacation;
The Rogue War Bar he held tight in his hands
While firing out multitudes of endless commands;
Core to extremity movement and active shoulders,
Sound hip function, the room getting colder.
He was bobbing and bouncing, a right jolly old elf,
And we laughed in our heads, in spite of ourselves;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave us to know we had everything to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went right to the timer,
And commanded us all not to be any whiners,
Yelled 3, 2, 1 Go as we all started going,
As our skin sprouted sweat all of us a-glowing;
He sprang to the platform, to his team gave a whistle,
Trying like mad to maintain his own pistols.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he worked out like mad,
A MILLION BURPEES WILL MAKE YOU ALL GLAD!