Chuck Kasson

Thursday
Press

Military
135x5x2
145x3
165x3
185x10 (PR)

Bent Row
225x10x3

Neck
50x25x3

Quick and simple tonight...squat day tomorrow!

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the gym,
not a creature was curling, nobody was slim.
The plates were all hung by the squat rack with care in hopes that St. Wendler, St. Poundstone, and St. Ortmayer would all soon be there.
The weaklings were all tucked in their beds
while visions of cushy couches and fatness danced in their heads.
Out in the gym there arose such a clatter, I hurried out to see what was the matter. There was Jobe and Capello, Kenkel and Johnson,
Goetsch and Laski...All ready to get stompin
wait...where was Joe? "In the Shitter!" they all said. "He just had to go"
We started our warmup without so much as a stumble,
but everybody wanted to roll on the rumble.
Joe casually strolled in, a beard on his chin, Wondering aloud if the toilet would clog, Jesse quickly said "Joe, it can handle your log, 100 golf balls couldn't cause it to bog!"
Squats were on the list, stones to crush bones,
and bench with slingshot assist.
PRs will fall with the sweat from 50 Macs (or 1 Chuck)
Don't worry, your thumbs won't rip off from hook grip if you have any luck.
While Corey was bitching about being a drama queen
His horseshoe (and Axle) was actually looking pretty mean.
Troy with his stature made 18" look easy
Watching Mac do Tabata made everybody queasy
Melissa pulled hard, she was ignoring alarms
Damn, for a girl she has really huge arms!
While going hard with Michael Jackson on the speaker,
everybody knows it's impossible to get weaker.

Here's to the Steel Jungle Queen and Kings...
Now everybody head out...it's all you can eat wings