My Sister, My Tri Friend

My sister did her first triathlon of the season last weekend, in Virginia. She did the Luray Sprint She did well too, she placed 5th in her age group. I shipped her my wetsuit last weekend and her little boy said he loved her new outfit. She probably looked like Catwoman to him! After her successful weekend, I talked her into doing the Tri The Pee Dee sprint with me in July. I'm so excited! I get to race with my sister! Here is my sister, her two kids and my mom after a 10k race in DC.

My sister is 5 years older than I am, I wasn't much fun to hang with until I was 14. When I was 8, I remember begging her to play games with me. My favorite was Clue. She would always win and it would make me mad. One day when we were playing, she had to go to the bathroom. I desperately wanted to win, so I picked up the Top Secret envelope and looked at the cards. It was Mrs. Peacock, with the wrench, in the Ballroom. When she came back, it was my turn. I couldn't wait to win! I told her Mrs.Peacock, wrench, ballroom. My little 8 year old mind didn't think ahead. We'd only been playing for a few minutes and I only had crossed off 3 things from my check list. She knew I had cheated and refused to play Clue with me for one month. I never cheated again. She did ask me to play 52 card pick up during that month. I was so happy she wasn't punishing me anymore, she was going to play cards with me! That was until she threw the deck of 52 cards all over the living room floor and then told me, "Now you get to pick them up!" It wasn't a fun game!

We became good friends when she left for college. When she'd come home during the summer, we'd hang out most of the time. That's when the long bike rides started. I had a piece of shit bike, I think it was a Murray 10 speed. We had no bike shorts(I think I wore jean shorts) and no helmets. It didn't matter thought, we'd ride a trail in Northern Virginia for about 3 hours a day. We always would have an ice cream place in mind for our half way point pit stop. My crotch hurt so bad when we'd get home. We were hot, hungry and tired. We'd grab a bag of Doritos, lay on the floor under the fan and listen to Neil Diamond's "Cracklin Rosie". It was my dad's CD but we were too tired to change it. We'd listen to that song over and over again.

My sister was nice enough to take me on her beach vacations during her college years. The summer I turned 16, she let me get drunk at the beach. It only took three beers and I was plastered. My drunken self decided it would be a good idea to run down to the beach. I didn't make it to the sand, I fell down the stairs and hurt my ankle. I was drunk so it didn't hurt too bad. The next morning, my ankle looked like a purple goose egg. It hurt to put any pressure on it, I could hardly walk. It probably needed medical attention but we were low on funds. I thought soaking it in the ocean would help.

We went to the beach and I gimped into the ocean with my goose egg ankle. I laid on my float and soaked up some rays. I started to come into shore and this hot surfer dude whistled at me and waved. I tried to walk onto shore as gracefully as I could with my broken ankle. Smokin' hot surfer dude was watching me then started walking away from me quickly. My sister was laying on her towel laughing her head off. She said I looked like a fuckin' retard when I gimped out of the water and scared surfer dude away. I can always count on her to be honest!

We've had some great memories and laughs. I can't wait to do this Tri in July with her.. I know something funny will happen, it always does when we are together.