So...the CrossFit Open is over (which means that those of you who could care less about it have been spared another post about CrossFit) and, despite not being able to train consistently since last October, I actually managed to improve since last year. Woot woot! Now, normally, such an event in . . .
So...how have y'all been the past few weeks?! I've been...well...busy. Like...wicked busy. The kind of busy where I've been on such an adrenaline rush from day to day trying to absorb as much as I can, that I'm certain I'll sleep for a week once my stage is done...maybe. But I've also had the . . .
So...how many of you are seriously carbed out from your Christmas brunch(es) and dinner(s)? I know I am! Christmas is the one time of year where I start to crave soup. Seriously. And this year I wasn't even that bad!!! Back when I could eat all the dairy and wheat I wanted, I would spend days . . .
Phil Davis: Well I don't expect any gratitude... Bob Wallace: Well you're gonna get it. We did great, and I'm grateful. So thank you, thank you Phil Davis, from the bottom of my heart...now will you let the rest of my alone? Phil Davis: No I won't. Bob Wallace: Well, why not?! Phil . . .
So...hands up those of you who like Christmas pudding?! Not many eh...? I don't really blame you. Or at least the 20 year-old (and younger) version of me wouldn't have. Seriously...I don't know a single young person/child who likes Christmas Pudding. Maybe it has something to do with the fact . . .
Guys...the countdown is on! The leaves are definitely turning now, the markets are bursting with gourds, squashes and cranberries, and the air smells faintly of earthy leaves, dewey grass and, more often than I would care to admit, dog sh*t. I also had to drop $30 on a dozen Quinces (a.k.a heavy . . .