Despite being an athlete for most of my life, and being well-versed in goal setting and the S.M.A.R.T. method, my New Year's resolutions always seem to end up being really general, extensive, intangible, all encompassing, and, as such, completely daunting, overwhelming, and ... unresolved.

Nothing says Happy New Year like a holiday beer-can turkey in an suggestive position.

Well. Except maybe my brother with a gherkin up his nose.

What? You act like you are surprised or something. Ummmm ... have you met me? Then just imagine me times six at a Bartleman Family gathering, and the photo above makes perfect sense.

I got snow stuck in the intertubes. Be back later ...

It's been four years since I was able to get any Halloween action that doesn't involve a spandex-based costume that you can wear while traveling at 110 kph.

So, predictably, I went with bath loofah.

Skeleton is kinda a disjointed sport - you spend all day every day for five months either at a track, sliding down a track, walking a track, sitting on the side of a track, watching video of yourself sliding down a track, travelling to a track, or travelling to a country where there is a track.

And then, for the other seven months, the only ice you get near is floating in the cold tub you sit in after your sprint sessions and gym workouts.