I'd like to clear the record: I'm not a "hater."

Now, that may seem hypocritical given what I've said in the past about running, yoga, and Tracy Anderson.  And, except for Tracy, I'd like to clear up my point of view.

I don't hate running or yoga, as each have their place. Heck, I've even taken Zumba with my Mom where we shook it like a Polaroid picture (that's still an applicable and common reference, right?)

So, when I say that I "get" how strength training isn't everyone's bag of chips, I do understand.  While I may favor particular forms of exercise, anything that gets people moving and feeling better is a-OK with me.

Having said that, know my heart is in the right place when I say the following: when someone does choose to strength train, my biggest pet peeve is hopping from exercise to exercise without taking the appropriate (or any) rest.  In fact, going immediately from a set of squats into planks, then trying to bang out as many push ups as you can is what I like to call, "Fantastic Fitness Fun," where you simply move around for an hour.  To me, it's a lot like this:

Well, we survived.

No, I'm not talking about the wonderful honeymoon Lindsay and I took last week to Paradise Island.  Instead, I'm talking about the first snow showers we had here in Boston this past weekend.  

Yup, it was November 2nd and there was snow falling from the sky. If you were dreaming of an unseasonably warm winter in the Northeast, those dreams are probably dashed.

All kidding aside, if you're curious (and I know you are...), we had a wonderful time in paradise.  Laying in sunny, 82 degree weather was exactly what the doctor ordered for Lindsay, after she planned more than 80% of the wedding.

And me?  I was busy reading my copy of Strength Coach, while watching people's posture and scapular positioning.  It's true....I don't have an off switch.

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).