Twitter Nation

Ok...I signed up for Twitter so that I could get text message updates about Da Bears. Which is great. I get updates right from Halas Hall about who's practicing, who's not. Who looks good, who doesn't.

Then after a while, I get a note saying so-and-so is following me on Twitter, no big deal.

But, I don't actually send anything out. But maybe I want to. I assume I can text from my phone, right? Or do I have to do it online from my computer? That would hurt, because most of my inspiration comes while looking at mullets on the train.

Action packed weekend

So...I ran for 8min last thursday. The ankle felt fine, the fat ass did not. But, I'm back. The pain in my heart, lungs, back and legs is a good pain. The ankle gives me no problem.

Jack is also beginning to develop the superior sense of humor that was genetically transferred to him from his extremely hilarious parents.

His newest thing is pointing to someone and calling them by an obviously wrong name, laughing and saying: "Nooooo"

Example: Pointing at me, saying "Mama, heeheehee, NOOOOO!!"

He also thinks one of the most hilarious things in the world is when I throw a beach ball at him and it bounces off his giant head. He'll actually fall on the floor from laughing when that happens. AFV here we come.

So, the recap of my weekend:

Me chucking things at my son's head.

The End of an ERA

Yesterday, exactly 149 days since that fateful spring evening in Mayfair Park, I was finally cleared to resume all activities.

In short, I can run again. The doc says to expect it to be another year before I feel 100% but as of now, I'm not at risk to re-rupture the Achilles.

Outside of some genuinely beautiful moments, this was the worst summer of my life. But now it's over. I recommend that if anyone gets injured in the future, consider tearing an ACL or breaking some ribs rather than going for the Achilles.

Now I can keep up with this dude...