Conversations with a real athlete

Good siblings.

Seashell Nell

She’s more athletic than I am.

Le Ceebs. Le me. Nashville. Easter sundress. Mardi Gras dress. Floral sunglasses. Pre-race fun. Stolen photo from A-Lex-uh. Le Ceebs. Le me. Nashville. Easter sundress. Mardi Gras dress. Floral sunglasses. Pre-race fun. Stolen photo from A-Lex-uh.

It doesn’t bother me, though. I accept these facts.

(Driving home in the car I learn she was actively recruited for her college women’s rugby team…but turned down multiple invites. “I’m not into that.”)

(Her time was over a minute per mile better than my time. Winner winner, chicken dinner).

Me, race prepping: Geez. I think I need to buy new shoes? And a new bra?
Her: Meh. You can just wear mine.
Every time. She knows I’m helpless in sporting stores.

Her, one week before the race: How far are you thinking about running today?
Me: Um, I don’t know, I was thinking twelve miles.
Her: WHAT? No. You don’t do that a week before a race! How far did you run right now?
Me:

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