The Tale of The C&K Reaper
The Reaper has been around for the last three years, but do you know his story? He lost his soul from watching half-assed workouts and... well, we'll let him tell his own tale. Read it here and protect yourself from the wrath of The Reaper!
Once upon a dreary morn’…
On frigid air their breath was hung; the task at hand had just begun. In listless repose they moved like molasses. Nevertheless this dark figure stood, coffee in hand, afore dissatisfaction. Despite his commands and all of his heart, true commitment and care seemed never to start. 'Til the end of his days he watched in dismay, until at long last he began to decay. Now long since his death the Reaper still stands, half-assers he watches shirk coaches’ demands.
In silence, he sips his black coffee to temper his rage; his scythe he caresses while your fate he’ll gauge. This brings us to now and at last to our warning: half-ass your workout and soon you’ll be mourning. Here he stands to enforce and ensure, the CrossFit community shall always endure. Should his coffee run out, his temper run free, herewith his scythe will soon meet your knees. So let your winging and whining and tales abate; the Reaper is watching, sipping, forever in wait.
Along years of designs his image has changed and developed, yet half-assers fear not: his coffee remains. Come join us down a path through the years, for a memoir of Reapers that have since appeared: