Yesterday, I finally went to a Cyclone football game. It was the first football game I have ever been to--at least, other than arena football. I had a good time tailgating with Salt, then standing on the hillside, surrounded by friends--and then fans of the visiting team were on the bleachers beside the hill. I helped out cleaning the stadium after the 34-17 Cyclone victory, and I was amazed at how much people buy and then don't finish--pop, beer, popcorn, peanuts, pizza, etc. How can you spend the outrageous prices for concession stand food, and then just leave half of it sitting in the stands?
Anyway, after getting back home I decided to step on the scale, out of curiosity. It read 268--after saying 270 about an hour before I left for tailgating. I lost 2 pounds by going to the game. I wonder how many people can claim that--other than maybe the marching band or the players themselves. That brings the total weight loss to 22 pounds--still a long way to go, but I'm getting there.
I also managed to burst the blister I got from trying to run up all the stairs in Larch during the connection group photo scavenger hunt Tuesday night. I only made it to 6 before fatigue and (more importantly) the belief that there was more than 8 floors made me give up and take the elevator. On a side note from that night, if you're ever going to be the top person in a human pyramid, please avoid jumping up there at all costs. It really hurts those of us on the bottom with two knees in the middle of our backs. Thank you.
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