Yesterday, against the odds, I had a fantastic run. As I was out on the roads, chugging away and feeling surprisingly good about it, I found myself almost elated. I kept thinking how I was going to come home and call some of my running friends and tell them “woot! I am back!” How happy they’d be- how tolerant.

I thought of how I’d write a story on my blog that though it was ninety-five degrees and drier than fire, I still managed to keep a good pace and, gasp!, enjoy myself. I thought I’d talk about hills as if they were nothing and how my body felt powerful and strong again.

No matter who I encountered on the run, I wanted to tell them all how great I felt and how happy I was. I felt the need to grab them by the shoulders (yes, even the elderly lady and her poodle) and tell them exactly how fantastic it was and shout DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS TO ME! I was fully charged, like I could have run all night.

Then, I got home, drank a half gallon of water, ate some dinner, watched thirty minutes of some new-fangled* Candid Camera, and went to bed. No need to get ahead of ourselves.

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* It is too a word. I don’t care what spell check or anyone else says.

If you have siblings you know that of everyone in the world, they probably know you best. You might not admit it and, heck no do you talk about it but you know. And they know, too.

Along with knowing you so well, siblings have this way of bringing you back to reality. No putting on airs, no going to extremes. No matter what cloud you might be on and regardless of what their intention might be, no one puts your feet on the ground faster.

The following is from an email I recently sent my sister:

… I’m so glad you guys are going to be here soon! I’m looking forward to the time we’ll get to spend together, unrushed, unhurried. It’ll be like we get to know each other again, and better. And I’ll get to be an aunt. A full-time aunt. I’m so happy to do that! It’ll be great. It means so much to me that we’ll be such a part of one another’s life for a while. It’s such an important time for that. We’ll always remember this…”

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And on I went for another paragraph more.

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The response from my sister:

“I’m excited, too. Were you drinking when you wrote this?”