The Bears event turned out to be very public, which I didn’t realize until we got there. 29,000 or so people attended to watch them PRACTICE! Crazy to me that they all paid money for those tickets. Seems like the Bears should do that more often (however from my viewpoint it was a pretty worthless practice - almost zero hitting).
The much cooler aspect was having so many friends there. Erik had invited a few of our mutual friends using his tickets so we had a good crowd.
Chewie & Keri with baby Elise, my dad, Stephen, Erik & Nina, Ben, Rebecca, Jake, Doug & Sandy and baby Brandon.
Me and little Brandon! Dude rocks!
I pretty much watched the practice from here since the seats weren’t really accessible. Once I start using crutches in public I’ll be able to do stuff like that.
We all chilled out and enjoyed the great weather and nice view of the field. Afterwards there were fireworks, at which point Rebecca dropped her phone over the edge where it fell a good 30-50 feet, maybe more. She ran downstairs to retrieve it and came back laughing. Somehow, there wasn’t a scratch on the phone. And it wasn’t even in a case! An iPhone! I dropped my iPhone 3 feet and it destroyed it. What the heck?
Rebecca and I afterwards. I’m wearing the shirt Chewie got me for my bday. He is really good about getting gifts. I am terrible with that stuff.
Afterwards we went to Erik’s for a bit just to wind down the night.
Jake snagged that photo. Sneaky.
August 4, 2013
Breakfast of leftovers from brunch and Thousand Hole Cake. You probably don’t know what kind of cake that is. It’s incredible and my favorite. My grandma, Grie (short for Gene, somehow), used to make it.
Since we missed church, we listened to my mom’s sermon from when she returned from Chicago that first time, 2 months after my injury. It was about worrying and it was good stuff. I don’t know how she held it together. I didn’t.
Rebecca and I caught up on some work and then headed to Dollop, a local coffee shop we like. I decided to walk to get my workout in. I had no idea how far it was, really. It seemed reasonable. We worked for 2-3 hours and then walked back. I just looked it up on www.mappedometer.com (amazing for measuring running routes and things like that if you aren’t familiar with it) and apparently I went 3,670 feet! Almost 7/10 of a mile! That’s from my apartment door to Dollop and back. That explains why I was dying at the end and getting all grouchy at Rebecca. Some guy walked by with a little puppy and she said, “Babe look! Such a cute dog, did you see!?!” to which I responded, “You think I care about a stupid dog right now? Come on! I’m dying here!” Sorry, babe.
I don’t remember what I walked in Michigan but I’m pretty sure this is like 1000 feet more than that. New PR! (as I pass out)
G’night,
Chip
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