Thirty-Seven

January 28, 2014
7.95 Miles in 1:15:05
Mood: Nervous
Soundtrack: Lord Huron "Lonesome Dreams" / Bon Iver "Bon Iver"

With the trip to New York coming soon, and the Super Bowl almost at hand, I'm getting nervous. I'm super excited for the trip, and even if the Broncos fall short, it will be an awesome memory, but I can't help but think how much cooler this whole thing will be if they win. The stakes have literally never been higher in my sports fan life, and I get all spider-webby inside every time I start thinking about it.

I know sports are just entertainment, and that I shouldn't take them as seriously as I do. Fundamentally, I understand this in my brain. The trouble is, in my heart, I'm a big wobbly mess of sports angst. I can look at myself and laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, but I can't shut it off. I'm invested in this thing. A lot. Too much, really.

Anyway, running is a good way to shake off the angst, and even though it was a cold afternoon, it wasn't too chilly to chase me away from the streets of Littleton. It feels like even more Broncos gear is up this week, which would make sense as we inch closer to the big game. This type of sign in my picture is my favorite...the homemade sign that isn't quite right, but shows so much more team spirit than a commercially produced flag purchased at a sports store. The do it yourself ethic applied to sports fandom always makes me smile. This particular homemade banner is quite lovely, and I salute the maker. This house also had a flag that was bunched up. I wanted to get a picture with both the banner and the flag, and I even went so far as to walk up to their porch and briefly try to untangle the flag, but it was bound too tight for a sheepish little tug to unstick. I quickly retreated from the porch, as I felt a little like I was invading their private property (perhaps I was, but it was with honest intentions). I settled for a pic of their awesome banner from the lawn.

Man, I need the Super Bowl to come. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out in this silly state of apprehension. Go Broncos!