As some of you know, my sister, Lisa, ran a marathon in January. This was shocking for many reasons. First off, we don't run. None of us. Ever. She apparently decided to change the rules and Karen and I didn't get the memo. Since she decided to train for this marathon, she has become a running machine. It's a weekly occurance for her to say "well, Saturday I had to run 12 miles, but then I was lazy the rest of the day." Correction. If you start the day with 12 miles, you could lay on the floor in the fetal position until Tuesday and still not be considered lazy.
Isn't she cute in her running gear (she's on the left)?
With this training, she's also done several half marathons (only a measly 13.1 miles)! Our other sister, Karen, and I have decided that it's time to get in better shape. We've all been dieting, joined gyms & are trying to get our girlish figures back (truthfully, none of us want to be the fat sister, so we're all trying to outdo each other - not fair since Lisa got the jump on us a year and a half ago, and she's 5' 10", so looks good already - my stumpy legs won't look the same as hers no matter what). Anyhow, Lisa somehow convinced me that running was great! I've been doing some early training, and bit the bullet yesterday. She and I signed up for a half marathon in November. Gulp. It's too late to back out now (and non-refundable). I guess I have to actually do this thing! I'm mentally prepared for it. I want to do it. She'll leave me in the dust before the first mile is done, but I'm okay with that. As long as I don't have to wear spandex, I'm in!
