blog entry

sibling rivalry = sore legs

This past weekend my pregnant sister was in town! I was really excited about this because:

1) I don't get to see her that often;
2) She brought my only niece (who turned 1 on Saturday) with her; and
3) When she's pregnant, I get to enjoy the fact that for once...I'm thinner than she is.

The not so good thing is that my pregnant sister is a cardio-junkie and the day after she arrived, she wanted to go to the gym for a quick workout.

"How quick is quick?" I asked as I tried to imagine what kind of damage my ego would sustain if I passed out on the treadmill and ended up on a gurney.

"I cut back my workouts when I'm pregnant," my pregnant sister replied.

When we got to the gym, I hopped on some machine that looked like a stairway to hell heaven. After five minutes, I realized that I really was in hell, so I hopped right back off.

Then I hopped on the treadmill because I figured that I could always walk, and since my pregnant sister was on a machine in front of me, she wouldn't be able to see how quickly I crapped out.

But not five minutes later, pregnant sister got off her elliptical thing and hopped onto the treadmill next to me (I realize that there is a lot of hopping going on here).

"I get bored on those," she said and pushed the big green start button on her machine.

Damn. I couldn't let my pregnant sister run while I walked like a big fat pussy (because I posted an article a couple of weeks ago specifically stating that Cool Broads are not those). How would that look? So, I started running.

After about 10 minutes, I started to fantasize about walking but I couldn't walk because pregnant sister was still running (and looking pretty good doing it). So I turned on my iPod (because I could no longer carry on a conversation) and flipped though my music hoping to find a song that would keep me going (for at least another 5 minutes).

And then I found Perfect Situation by Weezer.

It had been a while since I'd heard this song but I LOVE it and it's TOTALLY about me (if I were a guy) and the best part is - the music at the beginning is enough to get me charged up to do anything...so it was perfect.

To make a short story not so long, Weezer succeeded in getting me through another few minutes on the treadmill and then Madonna started singing about how she was hung up and that kept me going for even a few minutes longer.

But in the end, pregnant sister still ran longer than me (but until October, I'm still thinner).

~tcb
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