Training is *yawn*. I mean, it's good but ... *yawn*, so I figured I would just throw some random things out there this week instead of discuss how boring my training week was.
First - and this one is important - my training partner (also known as Mrs. Skip) had what Jules called, "a moment of clarity". She is known to drink Bud Light like a man and when I say, "like a man" I really mean like most men can't. She is a master of her craft and has taken on many male challengers that think they can out drink her. Notta. You might as well forget it before you make a really bad decision.
Anyway, back to the moment of clarity. Mrs. Skip came to the conclusion that she is now fat. However, that is NOT her moment of clarity. Hang with me. After realizing this, she decided it was probably finally time to get serious and get after it in the gym instead of half-assing it most of the last couple of years. Her weekend beer drinking was an obvious obstacle that I figured would sideline her yet again. What happened next was like a sign from God and ... I am not a Godly person. She woke up in the middle of the night with a MASSIVE bloody nose. I'm talking gagging on blood as it was running down her throat while standing over the bathroom sink. The sink was full of blood but to give you the correct visual, there were poorly formed clots and she ended up coughing up what looked like a placenta. I thought my joke was hilarious but she did not see it the same way. Weird.
After she put together that she had been out with friends having some beers and then apparently her blood just didn't want to clot, the moment of clarity hit: The alcohol was making it difficult for her blood to clot. She was freaked out by this and decided she was done drinking.
My response? "Yeah, sure you are".
Her response: "I swear I'm done".
My response: "Sure you are".
And this went back and forth for 3 to 5 minutes.
So far, she wants nothing to do with drinking and didn't drink anything this last weekend. That might not seem like a big deal but that is like Ted Bundy deciding one weekend not to kill someone.
Obviously, I'm ecstatic. If she doesn't drink then she will get unfat very quickly. If she does drink, I am going to wait for her to go to bed and cover the sheets in ketchup and wake her up acting frantic. Yeah, I'm not the best husband but don't lie, if I videotaped it, you'd watch it and laugh your ass off, too.
Second, there is no snow and I am pissed. We live at 9k feet for good reasons and one of them is a lot of snow. NOTHING is in the forecast and if it doesn't snow by the 21st, it will be the latest snow on record in a very long time. I have a brand new plow for the ATV and I am dying to plow a foot or two of snow.
Third, friends come into town on Thursday from France. Haven't seen them in years and it is going to be awesome to have them at The Hill's Mountain Chateau Retreat at Dory Lake - Otherwise Known as "Home". You can look it up on Facebook. It's a real place.
Lastly, the Broncos didn't deserve their last minute win on Sunday. We are never going to make it in the playoffs the way we are playing.
That's all I've got. Hopefully, something exciting happens in the gym this week.