I don't think I'd be exaggerating by saying that last Friday was the best day of my life.  Why?  Lindsay and I finally got hitched, a massive dance party ensued, and there may have even been a little (too much) moonshine.

As for the wedding itself, it couldn't have been more perfect. She cried. I cried.  In fact, I'm pretty sure a few people wanted to roundhouse kick us in the face for simply oozing cuteness.

Flash forward to our reception, and not only was there 4 hours of dancing (and that was probably insufficient), but there may have been an impromptu lip sync performance of "I Want It That Way" by the Backstreet Boys.

Hear that, Nick Carter!? I'm coming for ya.

I'm not sure if you've heard, but next week is going to be kind of a big deal.

In only seven days, I'll be able to call Lindsay my wife, which is amazing and still pretty surreal.  We can't be happier about being able to share it with so many of our friends and family, and I figure there's a handful of things you can count on occurring:

-an incredible dance party, with at least a few country songs (but not THAT many)

-tears all around

-plenty of Midwestern charm

-me saying "I do"....unless I'm called again to be Tom Brady's naked body double in one of his new commercials. 

By the way, that's my second job.

As I publish this post, Lindsay and I are exactly 14 days, 1 hour and 52 minutes away from tying the knot....but who's counting!?

While there's still some work to do on the wedding, I'd like admit something: I'm nervous.

To clarify, I'm not nervous at all about marrying Lindsay (after all, that decision was made a long time ago)....but I am nervous about all the added attention the wedding will bring.  After all, I'm the guy that has refused to have any semblance of a birthday party for the past 18 years, because the introvert within me can't stand being the center of attention.

Of course, that statement sounds odd given that 1) I have a blog, 2) post videos of myself on YouTube, 3) was a college pitcher, and 4) was in a college a cappella group, as well as the male lead in my high school musical. *NERD ALERT*

Yup, you heard me.  Feel free to leave jokes and "Glee" references in the comments....just be prepared to be challenged to an overhead press or deadlift battle (your choice).

Besides listening to Nickleback, I'd venture to say the push-up is one of the most hated activities by both men and women.  I say that, of course, not as a dig at Chad Kroeger and his recent divorce from Avril Lavigne (which will undoubtedly give Avril fodder for at least 2 more albums)....but to state the obvious: Nickelback ruins Thanksgivings.  Sorry, but it's true.

Oh, and push-ups are pretty tough too.

Anyway, the push-up is not only a test of upper body strength, it's a measure of *total* body strength.  And, while I've written about this subject before, I realized that I left a few things to be desired.  

Plus, I now have a few additional readers than simply my immediate family.  (You're the best, Mom!!)

I'm a pretty big nerd.  I know, that's not a shocker to many of you (or....all of you) as my references to academic studies, jokes about the Prowler and the coefficient of friction, as well as my insatiable hunger for great 80's music have blown up my spot.

All that's to say that while I may dream of picking up 500 pounds, if you prick me, I'll still bleed from the barbell all the way back to my iPad filled with textbooks.

It comes as no surprise then that whenever I hear about an interesting, nerd-tastic study riddled with regression slopes and standard deviations, my ears perk up a lil' bit.  Such was the case a few days ago, when I came across this running related study that had an interesting message for anyone looking to lose weight by running - almost all of the runners in the study gained weight as they aged, regardless of their weekly mileage.  In fact, even if someone averaged 40 miles a week, they still packed on the pounds as the years went on.

You know the only way some runners actually lost weight?  That's right, more running....and they had to run at least twice or three times as many weekly miles as they had previously recorded.