Conversations with a real athlete

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: Um, seven miles?
Her: That’s far enough. Get in the car.
Me: Oh. OK.

Me, today: I think my shoes aren’t good. My foot hurts.
Her: It’s probably not your shoes.
Me: Maybe it is, though. It’s in my arch.
Her: That’s not your shoes. That’s a muscle thing. You strained your foot.
Me: Oh. OK.

I pretty much don’t know what I’m doing.

But, that’s why I keep her around.

(And for other things, too, obvi).

3 thoughts on “Conversations with a real athlete

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    1. Ha!! The funny thing is, I’m not her twin…but, she is a twin, just to a boy! But, we have been mistaken for twins our whole life, so this was kind of a happy memory for me. Thanks for stopping by.

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