So cliche'

Goose here. Oh my goodness, for a split second there I forgot what my blog persona name was! It's indeed been too long since I posted!

I figured I'd better make a post quick before the new year starts or we'd come across as the proverbial cliche, resurrecting our workout mojo as some kind of pitiful attempt at a resolution.

So what have we been up to? Turning into piles of mush, of course...you?

No, not really. Iceman finally got her 5th sweet baby fully cooked and is now 6 days into reclaiming (as much as you can with a nursing newborn) her body for herself. I have no doubt she will turn into a crazy machine in a few short weeks, though I figure she will have to give up sleeping in order to figure out how to diet and exercise amidst 5 children under age 8, homeschooling, and those high maintenance newborns- darn lucky they are that they are so helplessly cute or we might question our sanity in procreating so often. I must admit, since baby iceman was born, I have been looking at my almost 6year old baby and wondering why she is so big. But what does that have to do with wewawo anyway? So enough about that. We believe in you iceman!!!

(just as an aside, I am posting on an iPad and when I type wewawo, it wants to autocorrect it to weasel. Hahahahaha.)

As far as I know, maverick claims mush, although can you blame those poor people? They have, like, 27feet of snow up there! Not only would I not be working out, I'd probably be dead in that wretched environment! And for the record, she looks pretty good to me in the pics I've seen of their Christmas celebrations.

Oh, merry Christmas by the way. I'll throw in a hearty Happy New Year while I'm at it, since I'm positive I won't be posting again in the next few days. Let's face it, people, with my track record you'll be lucky to hear from me again by spring.

Anyway. It's true, after a solid year of nonstop workouts and race training, I have not moved my body in one single way that goes beyond me merely getting from point a to point b in an entire month. I thought I might come up with some introspective post about what I was learning about my non moving sabbatical (or would that be a moving sabbatical?) but I didn't post soon enough and now I am just getting downright disgusted with myself.

It couldn't have anything to do with the fact that, while I breezed all the way from thanksgiving to Christmas eve on the low end of my self imposed acceptable weight range thanks to an extra measure of stress in my life (I tend to respond to stress with a total loss of appetite, which actually worked out well for me since I have not been working out) I have now not stopped eating since Christmas eve, could it? I mean, really, a mere 5 days ago I weighed 4 lbs less than I did today...can you believe that is even possible??? And I can tell you exactly what happened...on Christmas eve my home became filled with all kinds of chips, cheeses, chocolates and baked goods as well as goodies like homemade mac&cheese, potato casserole, quiche. All sorts of yum and all resolve left me!

But I have smacked some sense back in to myself. I perused early feb/mar runs to sign up for to get me motivated and am going to aim for a 10k run in feb or mar, and possibly a duathlon (run/bike/run) in April in preparation for the sprint triathlon season in which my goal is to compete in three this coming year. I am very loosely pondering a half marathon, but we will see if I am able to get back in to my workout routine adequately.

Of course, my trusty sidekick, H, has continued to faithfully workout like a freak and send me taunting text messages while i sit watching my thighs turn to cellulite while snarfing chips and cheese. Here is a lovely example of a text she sent me today:

H texts: "I rode like a lion...1hr5min, 20 miles! Do you want to know what it feels like to be me?"

At least the skinny, muscled freak is good for a laugh, hahaha! :) And its only because her even more freakish husband rides for at least 2 hours a day and so she feels a little "pressure" hahaha. But enough about my beloved H or I will have to give her a moniker here and allow her to post snark about me! :)

So bottom line for Goose...the month long gooberfest is over! We will be back in the 60's here by tomorrow, so I plan to see if I can even still run 3 miles without stopping and then dust of my trusty 30 day shred and get back to work uncovering my 6 pack abs and freakishly strong arms :).

I look forward to hearing how maverick and iceman plan to pull themselves together in the new year after they tunnel out of all the snow they live under.

Goose-Out