*I have been waiting to post about a few things because I wanted to attach photos. I don't know when I will ever get around to loading them on the computer so I at least wanted to get this post on. I will add pictures later.
When I was young I was the "athlete" of the family. My swim instructor (who I think was an ex-Olympian) wanted my mom to put me in training for the Olympics. When playing tag in my cul-de-sac I could outrun the junior high neighbor boy and I won all my races on Field Day. My sister Lauren had asthma and would sometimes need to use her inhaler after recess.
Fast forward about twenty years and I was exhausted and my body ached after walking around San Francisco for twenty minutes. Lauren was exhausted and her body ached too. The only difference she had just run a marathon. That's right a fricken marathon, that's 26.2 miles. She didn't walk this marathon, no, she ran her ass off and finished in four hours and thirty eight minutes. Take away fifteen minutes she waited in line at mile six and that's under four and a half hours (I told her she should have peed before the race started).
It's safe to say that she is now the "athlete" of the family and I couldn't be more proud of her. She is seriously amazing. She put her mind to it and trained hard and it all paid off. Lauren, I love you so much. I hope you know how proud I am and maybe even a little jealous of you.
Brene Brown on Boundaries & Empathy
1 year ago