Sundays

Sundays are my favorite. On a normal Sunday, my to-do list includes the following, in no particular order: ride, get groceries, hang out with Chris and Jack, cook. In the summer, I'm sure a few chores or outdoor tasks will be added, but it's basically the same pattern.

The added bonus, of course, is getting to wander out of bed whenever (still around 6:30, which is still sleeping in) and take my time eating breakfast and reading the paper. Sundays are my favorite for sure.

Yesterday, the ride came before groceries. I always like to be done before Jack wakes up from his post-lunch nap. In the summer, I'll be home before lunch, but right now I have to aim for mid-afternoon. I don't like blowing all day on the bike. I do, actually, but not at the expense of being around the house.

Anyway, the ride. Brady had a similar schedule, so we rolled out around 10 and headed for Iowa. Did a loop in the Loess Hills, added on a little extra on the way home and called it a day. I ended up with just shy of 4:30 on the bike. Brady pretty much laid the wood to me throughout the day, which was a product of not really riding that much over the last three weeks.

That doesn't mean Brady isn't fast — he's always fast — but my fitness made it seem twice as bad. Two weeks ago, I got by with few miles. It's starting to catch up with me now, though. I'm aiming for a good, solid two weeks here to help avoid embarrassment at Twin Bing on April 10 ... and the following week in Lincoln. Yikes, this could be a bad April ... .

After cleaning up and watching a bit of the Cubs game (remind me sometime to expound upon the virtues of getting every MLB game online), Jack and I rolled to the grocery store. While the Jelly Belly samples at Costco were a good treat (seriously, who needs to sample those? Everybody knows what they taste like.), seeing the Wienermobile at Hy-Vee was the highlight of the day. Can we drive around? No, sorry. Can I honk the horn? No, sorry. Can I? No.

But he did get a sticker, which he's pretty psyched about. Kids love stickers. I'm convinced you could build a system of government based entirely upon stickers if we got every kid on board from age 2 or so.

Sunday continued at home, where we grilled some burgers, hung out until bedtime and relaxed the rest of the night.

Yup. Sundays are my favorite.