Holiday Update and Hobbs' Epic Fail

Hello blog readers! All two of you! My apologies for not having written.

A few things to address here:

1. The holidays

2. Hobbs and her epic fail

3. Running

1. My visit to my great state was nothing short of amazing. Snow and merriment abounded. Also you will note there was a goose (as referred to in my prior post).

Goose is best seen here:

Hobbs and I, along with Hobbs' significant other and a few other folks, had a splendid New Year's Eve playing beirut. I had a less than great New Year's Day: I awoke with a headache that could have killed a horse, puked, put my slipper-clad foot into large snow bank (accidentally of course), and had to say so long to my pal Hobbs. Nonetheless it was a lovely trip.

2. Hobbs and her epic fail. So, a few months ago, I asked Hobbs to run this half marathon with me and my beach friend Jaime. She was like, "ABSOLUTELY. LET'S WRITE A BLOG." So she was on bored. And upon our glorious reunion in the best state ever, we ran. In the 5 degree weather. And she hated me for it. She even made me do yoga. For any of you "I'm moderately athletic and moderately in shape and so therefore yoga will be easy, and secretly I have always yoga was for lame, weak people" people out there (I may have been one of these people), you are so wrong. Really. So wrong. Yoga is actually the hardest thing ever. Really ever. I was incredibly sore for about a week. Additionally I was terrible at it. I'm sure Hobbs had a good laugh, since she is a goddamn yoga pro.

This is an actual photo of Hobbs doing yoga:

This is an actual photo of me doing yoga:

Anyways, yoga was tough. But I digress from the epic fail. Hobbs, despite our rigorous, cold weather training (not to mention the yoga and spinning), waited too long to register for the half marathon. So the registration is closed. Seriously folks. Could there be a more epic fail? Jesus.

3. Running. Despite Hobbs and her epic fail (I am in the process of forgiving her), my friend Jaime and I are still signed up to run the half. In March. It seems that the cold, and the dark, and the wind, and the fact that we both have to run alone, are our toughest obstacles. The other day I was running the the snot actually froze to my face. But, treadmills suck. So what to do? Gah. Keep running. Outside.

Off to finish the last of the eggnog! Cheers!