On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"

Friday, July 29, 2011

Yeah, my sister is still here

But I'm less excited about it.*

See, I arranged yesterday morning for her to run with a group of women around her speed. She's much faster than me, and I knew I'd be holding her back if we ran together the whole time.

We were meeting them at 6:15 at Engineer's Gate. That's on the east side of Central Park and I live on the west side of the city, so the easiest way to get there was to run. No problem! It's a touch over 3m. Oh, wait... that meant waking up at, you know, 5:15. Let me clarify - 5:15 in the morning.

I got my sister up, though, and we sort of shuffled/ran into the park when disaster struck!

[Redacted: my sister made me take out an anecdote here that was very relevant, trust me. She said, "How is that important to anyone?" JUST CLICK THE LINK, OKAY, AND YOU'LL UNDERSTAND.]

Finally at the meeting point a few minutes late, I left my sister with the group. It was originally my plan to shuffle around while they got their run in, but when I got there I promptly decided I needed to go back to bed instead. I went to Starbucks and got a trenta of iced tea and then headed home. (I actually got a large. Trenta is redonk).

When I got home an hour later, my sister was sitting, soaking wet, in the stairwell outside of my apartment.

I asked her how it went, and she was kind of demure. "Oh, I was really dehydrated," she said, sheepishly. What? "I was kind of out of it. Um, I think that they might have thought I was kind of rude," she added. Errr?

I asked her, "Did you get to talk to Maria? She's nice and she's funny, and I think her training plan is a lot like yours!" She said, "Um, not really. Um, no."

I asked her, "Did you compare notes with Susan on your marathons? I think her PR is only about a minute off from yours!" Her, "Um... um, no?"

Me: "Did Megan tell you that she lives in my neighborhood (for now)?" Her: "No, no, um, that didn't come up."

Me: "Did you talk to Kelly? She's a really good friend of mine!" Her: "I'm not really sure which one she was? They all just kind of talked. I didn't really say much."

ARE YOU SERIOUS? In other words, my sister is that girl of the running group. The one that stays apart from everyone else and just kind of lurks.

What the hell, Mandy, what the hell!

*(Just kidding. I mean, my sister is weird, obviously. But my annoyance is meant in good fun.)


  1. Haha, oh no! For the record, I did not think Mandy was rude at all! With that many people running, it can be a shit show as far as conversation is concerned. I hope she didn't think we were unfriendly! Depending on how long she is in town, do over!

  2. I don't think its that unusual...if it was my first time to a running group I'd probably be pretty quiet as well.

  3. When I am in a group I am sometimes quiet and just space out and listen to everyone else. Especially if I am dehydrated!

    Sometimes I won't shut up though.

    Are you feeling better? :)

  4. Oh good god I am laughing so freaking hard because of the link. I mean...tears rolling down my face, side hurting, laughing.

  5. I'm totally that girl! Haha- sometimes i run too fast to talk to other people but this week at a running club, I was lurking behind several groups and tried to talk to them because I'm turning over a new leaf on making friends ( hence joining the club to begin with!). It was really hard to join their conversations so I understand why your sis wouldn't join in!

    btw, just found your blog and I'm adding it to my b'roll

  6. Thanks, Laural! Yeah, my sister is fairly shy, so I shouldn't have been entirely surprised. But I like teasing her :) And thanks for the blogroll add!!

  7. With the exception of the speed thing, I could totally be your sister. I like running with a group but sometimes I end up hanging back and focusing more on running than socializing. But I'm shy and, arguably, weird. So.