If a number has the letter "K" after it, it had better be Gold!
First posted on MySpace on May 10th, 2006
So my sister just ran a 15K for like the second or third time in her life. Disney has this cool Marathon thing where you run through the parks. You can do a full Marathon or the "Minnie" Marathon. My sister did the "Minnie" one which sounds oh so cute but I'm sure is still hell.
Now, in High School my sister was on the track team. My Father also used to be a cross country runner. But no one in our Family pushed Sports on us. I think it's odd she chose to run marathons at this point in her life since she lost a toenail last time and has Asthma.
But she must like something about it. I gotta give her props for keeping in shape and having a healthy heart.... blah blah blah. However, I'd like to know where my real family is?
Ok, I know I'm mostly my Mother's daughter. Although she thinks I'm an Alien since I hate shopping and can live without chocolate. But what kind of freaks of nature are my Dad and Sister?
My Dad's side of the family is slightly more active than my Mother's but still, we are not people who move a lot. That could explain the rampant overweightness in my genetic pool, but c'mon, marathons? That is so not us. So either I am an Alien, or I got all the lazy genes because I could never image running that many miles without a bear or a swarm of bees chasing me. And I really don't understand why you'd do it in front of others.
I don't mind exercise, true I could use more cardio in my workouts. It's like cleaning for me. For some reason I can't clean with people watching me, don't like criticism I guess. I've tried gyms, but I lose my enthusiasm quickly when I see a size 2 girl hardly breaking a sweat chit-chatting with some hot guy. It just feels so cosmically unfair. No matter how hard I bust my ass there are certain things that only surgery can change about me, and even than my build would stay about the same. And here is some little thing who doesn't even need to workout but comes to the gym to show off and socialize ::sigh::
So I'm proud of Sis for achieving her goals, even if I don't understand them. I've posted her post-race picture on my page.
So my sister just ran a 15K for like the second or third time in her life. Disney has this cool Marathon thing where you run through the parks. You can do a full Marathon or the "Minnie" Marathon. My sister did the "Minnie" one which sounds oh so cute but I'm sure is still hell.
Now, in High School my sister was on the track team. My Father also used to be a cross country runner. But no one in our Family pushed Sports on us. I think it's odd she chose to run marathons at this point in her life since she lost a toenail last time and has Asthma.
But she must like something about it. I gotta give her props for keeping in shape and having a healthy heart.... blah blah blah. However, I'd like to know where my real family is?
Ok, I know I'm mostly my Mother's daughter. Although she thinks I'm an Alien since I hate shopping and can live without chocolate. But what kind of freaks of nature are my Dad and Sister?
My Dad's side of the family is slightly more active than my Mother's but still, we are not people who move a lot. That could explain the rampant overweightness in my genetic pool, but c'mon, marathons? That is so not us. So either I am an Alien, or I got all the lazy genes because I could never image running that many miles without a bear or a swarm of bees chasing me. And I really don't understand why you'd do it in front of others.
I don't mind exercise, true I could use more cardio in my workouts. It's like cleaning for me. For some reason I can't clean with people watching me, don't like criticism I guess. I've tried gyms, but I lose my enthusiasm quickly when I see a size 2 girl hardly breaking a sweat chit-chatting with some hot guy. It just feels so cosmically unfair. No matter how hard I bust my ass there are certain things that only surgery can change about me, and even than my build would stay about the same. And here is some little thing who doesn't even need to workout but comes to the gym to show off and socialize ::sigh::
So I'm proud of Sis for achieving her goals, even if I don't understand them. I've posted her post-race picture on my page.
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