Monday, December 20, 2010

'Twas the Night Before Christmas - Competitor Style

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was still, not even a mouse.
The contest is only a few months away,
So there’s no time to rest on this holiday.
The competition suit was hanging on the wall with great care
To motivate, inspire and – just a little – to scare.
When from the dining room there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my treadmill to see what was the matter.
My family was feasting on the holiday meal,
Eating dish after dish after dish with great zeal.
“Some gravy won’t hurt you!  Here, have some pie!”
Says my well-meaning mother with a gleam in her eye.
I sat with a plain salad to fill up my belly
So that it won’t look like a bowl full of jelly.
No fat grams! No sugar! No salt will I eat!
Yes to protein shakes, egg whites and lean meat!
Soon two-a-day workouts will help me look my best.
But for now maybe there is some time to rest -
Dreaming of muscles so ripped and so cut.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a nice butt!