This is for my sister. Here is a picture of her at her first Olympic triathalon.
I did not realize you were supposed to run along side your bike. I have a lot to learn.
Ode to My Running Shoes and My Darling Nagging Sister
I will not lie
I hate to run
I’d rather sit at Cinnabon
But lazy is as lazy does
So now I’m on the run because
The goal of tri is in my eye
(I thought it was a piece of pie)
But I had fun
On last nights run
I ran a mile
And managed to smile
But not to talk
(Until I walked)
And I am taking it on the road again tomorrow night. I will attempt to run a mile in my neighborhood without being spotted by anyone I know. I don’t want to be that “Oh bless her heart” person.
You know who that is. We’ve all seen her.
You drive by someone struggling to jog, looking like they are just barely moving themselves forward, propelling themselves by sheer will, while looking like they are in excruciating pain. And in your head (or maybe even out loud) you say, “Poor thing, bless her heart”.
I do NOT want to be her.
PS- Photos will most definitely not follow.