Sounds like everyone had a fantastic Christmas! And by that I mean: Wow, I am so glad I’m not a part of your family. You people sure go to a lot of trouble to be boring as hell.
This year for Christmas, I:
- didn’t shower four three days.
- wore pajamas the entire time.
- was not forced to see a bad fun-for-the-whole-family film or holiday romantic comedy.
- drank unabashedly.
- didn’t take pictures of anything but booze and kittens.
This is what’s going to take my beer blogging to a whole new level of pomp and snobbery, folks. You thought I was dorky before? Just wait.
I was planning to do an impressive recap of all the beers we sampled this week, but…meh. I’m just not feeling it tonight. I need to find some semblance of a routine that doesn’t involve drinking in my pajamas all day. (OR DO I? I’m off work all next week– I could get used to this.)
As far as running goes, I sort of fell off that wagon too. I didn’t run Friday or Saturday; finally ventured outside again this morning. It felt a little sloppy (due to 20°/high wind, no breakfast, dehydrated, etc.), but I’ll take it.
What’s ironic is that in the midst of all this holiday boozing and binging, I’ve managed to log more weekly miles than I have since the marathon. My goal is to keep up the momentum and carry it through until Spring. In theory, that should give me an edge over all the gym rats who are hiding indoors this season.
Of course, it never does.