well look at what the cat dragged in
I could just as easily have titled this post, 2017: annus horribilis. It was. Horribilis, with a dollop of Shitibilis, and a heaping spoonful of Assibilis. Good riddance 2017.
new personal best…er, worst?
The one where I make you jealous with pictures from my awesome vacation.
and then my head exploded
The one where I explain why I’m such a shitty blogger.
day 6: the lunatics leave the asylum
The one where we are granted furlough.
day 5: a Russian is always prepared
The one where nature comes calling.
day 4: making winning decisions
The one where I pull my head out of my ass and make a decision with my brain, not my ego.
day 3: veering off course
The one where I made my own training schedule.
day 2: I’m a mountain goat
The one where I climb up and down mountains. Like a mountain goat.
day 1: a wake-up call
The one where I dive deep into Day 1 of Fat Camp version 2.0.
day 0: let the games begin
The one where I complain about how much effort it took JUST TO GET THERE.
checking in
A tribute to Seinfeld: The post about nothing.
my year of sweat 