It’s that Friday feeling, likely to be a rainy day as our wonderful weather is taking a break, ready to be shit hot again throughout the September Indian summer that we are going to have!
Anyway, enough bollocks about the weather, you lot have a job to do for me please. Your near and dear, Ashwell, turned the fruitful age of 24 last week! 24, holy shit! One year away from cheap car insurance and access to some of the world’s finest evening entertainment.
Now, as I am such a prick of a boss, he was forced to work on Thursday (the day after his big day) and so Ash unfortunately could not fully enjoy his celebrations. Not nearly to the extent that I want you to lead him to on Saturday night.
Get him out, and get him so smashed that his antics of attempting to climb into his own shoes get him an evil star from the Ms. It is his birthday after all!
CrossFit Cardiff WoD
21 - 15 - 9
Box Jumps (24/20”)
Please put your butt cheek burning times up on the whiteboard before dragging the ginger ninja to the pub for Saturday’s pre-drinks.