What does fall mean in San Diego? I think it’s “chilly” outside (everything is relative) because in the mornings when I wake up, it’s sub-60 degrees. When Reg and I go for our morning walks, I have to put on sweatpants instead of my capri Nike workout pants. I’ve enjoyed the “change of season” – initially when I moved out here and people told me I’d get sick of the weather being so nice, I thought they were crazy. However, as September turned into October and I’m watching football on TV, I kind of miss fall, particularly having to put a sweatshirt on to go outside and watching the leaves change. When you live in San Diego, your body gets so acclimated to 68 to 74 degree weather, 58 degrees starts feeling “chilly.”
One aspect of being on the West Coast that I love during the fall is that you can wake up and watch college (Saturday) or NFL (Sunday) football during your morning workout at the gym. I’d much rather have the earlier game starts because as soon as you’re up and about you can be watching football. On the flipside, the “late” games now end around nine or ten at night, which is much better for Monday mornings. Staying up to catch the end of a late night SNF game on the East Coast always made Monday mornings a little rougher, and adding insult to injury on Monday morning is never good. My only two wishes to make the fall season a bit cheerier – a winning football season for both the UNC Tar Heels and the San Diego Chargers. Wagers on the likelihood that both teams will have winning seasons?
