Sunday October 12th aka My Most Disappointing Day as a Bears Fan

Win one that you should have lost and then give it right back for a loss. Can anyone say CHOKE. This was my most disappointing day ever as a Bears fan. But oh well, it's just a stupid game played by overpaid prima-donnas anyways. The real winners that day were the "regular' people out for a 26.2 mile run on a glorious Sunday fall morning. Congrats to all the Chicago Marathoners.

Even with the most disappointing day in fandom (you Cub fans know well what I'm talking about) it turned out to be a great day shared with some of my best friends. I went on a great bike ride to Beecher and back. There were only three of us and we notched it down a bit to enjoy the weather. Light winds in our face on the way out and a little heavier wind on the way back. That worked out well. 25 miles into an easy wind and 25 in with a decent tailwind. The temp was perfect, the traffic was light, and the company was great. Plus I got a good night sleep on Saturday night (the wife was tired and hung over from her Friday afternoon and evening). It reminded me as to whay I got into biking to begin with. Then to my neighbor's house for the game, food, and cold beer. We have this ritual of rotating gmaes at everone's house on each Sunday. Well needless to say, the weather made the post-game festivities lively. The kids played, the adults played, and I got home well past dark. What a day!

Yup! Fat and Lazy.

Oh shit!

Fat and Lazy

Or is it lazy and fat? Or does it really matter?

That's me right now. 1 800 yrd swim, 2 spin classes, a couple of runs, and I will give myself credit for a half dozen decent bike rides since Accenture (Aug 24th!). Maybe I'm not that fat yet but I feel like the mid-section has gained a little roundness. I do have an excuse, even though not a good one. My 9-year old's first organized footbal endeveour (Go Pioneers!). I feel that I need to be there as much as possible to support him. That's 3 night a week I go straight home, pick him up, go to practice, and don't get home untill 8:30PM. Saturday is game day. So I'm getting a little round. So what. I wouldn't miss it for a thing. You don't get this time back, you know. Oh and the cheerleading to go with it. That's 4 days a week footballing and cheerleading. Here's the proof:




So I guess I will just enjoy the lazy and fat life a little while longer and then start back building the momentum for next season. 3 more games and 6 more practices left. It's worth the wait.

Peace out.

Oh Shit!