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Sibling Rivalry

My siblings and I get along famously. So famously that when we were younger, people used to ask my mom how she got us to get along so well. I must admit that with a brother 6 years older, we didn’t always get along so famously when parents weren’t around. He was master of the game “Take a Seat”. I was master of taking a seat. Even though I remember hating that “game”, I really don’t feel any rivalry between my siblings and myself. I enjoy seeing them succeed and never feel the need to one up them.

This lack of competitiveness, of course, becomes a problem when my sister suggests that she and I compete in a weight loss challenge against each other where the biggest loser gets $50 from the actual loser. If I felt some sort of rivalry towards her then I would be motivated to make smart eating decisions resulting in a substantial advantage over her. Instead, I pick up the donut (or two) and tell myself it’s ok because surely, Penny will surge ahead on a wave of accomplishment that will carry her to a glorious finale. I just won’t care that she going to beat me. Thus, I’ll be sitting back, five pounds heavier, clapping for her as she crosses the finish line. I won’t even be able to cheer for her verbally because, at that time, I’ll have three brownies shoved in my mouth, “hurmmmfy Pemmffy!”

While I may not be characteristically competitive (against Penny), I am stIll characteristically a solution seeker. Resolutely, I decided to create an alternate set of rules for the challenge. In this game, on June 1st, the loser has to buy two pair of shorts. One pair for the winner to show off how good they look from all that weight loss. The other pair for themselves. Because the only thing worse than jeans shopping is swimsuit shopping. Since I am not a masochist, I settled for shorts. Even then, shorts is just as equally painful as shopping for jeans. The last thing you want to do after spending a month trying to lose weight is buy a pair of shorts in a bigger size. So, once again, to avoid being a masochist, whether I lose the most or lose the least, I’d better get losing!

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But / Butt

I ran…

As soon as I tell you that “I ran” my reflex is to minimize it with..

“But, I was slow”

“But, it was only a short distance.”

“But…”

As if I am unable to claim an actual run for those reasons. I won’t be able to build the confidence to run a half marathon if I spend so much time bursting my bubbles of accomplishments.

I ran…

…Before the sun came up.

…in 16 degrees temperature.

Those nine words give the same run a different outlook and, already, I feel lifted. But, I think I can do even better.

I ran an slow, agonizing mile before the sun came up on a dark, damp winter morning BUT I kicked butt.

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