Dad, the kids, and I went over to my mother-in-law’s house to watch the super bowl. We brought the food this time and also the dog. Zorro has his own set-up now in their garage so we don’t have to keep bringing his kennel back and forth. She bought him food and water bowls to have at her house and when we puled up she had a pitcher of water to fill up his bowl.

She’d put up some pictures. When she first moved in she didn’t want to put anything up on the walls. They looked so nice and freshly painted she didn’t want to ruin them by making holes. But last Sunday she had her sister and brother-in-law and cousin come over to put them up. I like it. Every time we go over there it seems to become more and more like home.

The Super Bowl was fun. They were mostly cheering for the Eagles. I didn’t really care. By the end I felt bad for Patrick Mahomes and people were actually seeming happy that the Chiefs were scoring some points. I had claimed the other recliner and had brought my blanket and a book so I could last the whole game. I need something to do or else I go mentally crazy.

Toward the end of the game Ethan texted and said he’d for sure made the 4×800. They won’t be anywhere near the top but will still be able to score points. At conference the top eight places score points for the team. When I said he finally PR’d I was meaning his outdoor time. From last year to this year his indoor 800 has improved by 5 seconds, with 3 in this season.

I can remember in the summer before he left for school, the coach said most guys end up crushing their high school PRs (personal records). It really is true in sports when they say “You win some, you lose some”. The highs are incredible and the lows are crushing. When you become an athlete you’re committing to experiencing both. It somehow makes us better people.