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).

I've often said that we all need something to keep ourselves accountable.  

What that something might be is totally up to you (a pair of pants, Dan John's Alpo Diet, your brutally honest friends, etc.), but it helps to drive your progress forward, or keep you from slacking off.

That said, I wanted to post an update as to where I am with my stated 2014 goals.  Why? Because, the first day of March is right around the corner, and it's good to see where I stand 2 full months into the new year.

This probably isn't news to anyone, but let it be clear: I love to deadlift.

Now, I'm not exactly sure why I love deadlifting as much as I do.  Until recently, I never would have said I was "good" at it.  And, as a long sufferer of lower back pain, deadlifting used to scare me.

My, oh my, how times have changed.

This past weekend, I was fortunate enough to hit my biggest 2014 goal - deadlifting 500 pounds.  Little did anyone know, I had targeted that day for well over a month as it lined up nicely with my program and I was coming off the carb/overeating fest that is Thanksgiving.  After feeling terrific in my warm ups, I decided to throw some Rage Against the Machine over the speakers, put on my high school baseball shirt (Foxes Up!!!!!!), and give it a go.  Here's what ensued....or, what I like to call, my attempt to use every rainbow-colored plate we have:

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.