My older sister is a runner too. She ran at the same college as I did, in the same events, but she was always faster than me. 

I used to think I would beat her someday, if I just trained a little harder or ate a little better or slept a little longer. But the years ticked by, and I was down to only two races left, with more than 10 seconds to cut in a race that lasts less than 5 minutes.

But in the first race, I cut off 9 seconds! 

The next race, I tanked; but my sister was there, cheering me on, trying to help me beat her.

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Comment by Kay Sera on June 6, 2012 at 11:36pm

I do love my siblings. they are so wonderful.

side note of interest: my blog post "My Addiction" was written the day after that second to last race, where I ran incredibly well. now you understand why I was so thrilled with the idea of racing...

Comment by Toby Tucker Hecht on June 6, 2012 at 2:43pm

Makes me wish I had a sister, you lucky woman.

Comment by Angela on June 6, 2012 at 7:47am

The final sentence says something about sisterhood that could not be said any other way.

Comment by bolton carley on June 5, 2012 at 11:22am

you definitely showed how sometimes we focus on the wrong part...

Comment by Ron. Lavalette on June 5, 2012 at 6:15am

My (older) brother used to beat me regularly. He learned technique from my old man. Even to this day, I cringe when I think of either one of them.

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