A story of favorite runner:
Her name is Elizabeth Ewens. She is my sister. This is her journey. (Warning: it’s not one of those about overcoming adversity as much as it’s just about her being really super-present which is a total hurdle for people today. So that’s huge—right?)
My sister is this kind of brilliant and generous person who does pretty much everything better than me. And that’s not an attempt to be self-deprecating as much as it is being honest. She was the first and got all the good stuff. I came along second and got all the leftovers. But that’s all families, all siblings. We tend to gauge the unremarkability of our own lives against something familiar.
Growing up, I had a lot more slack and a lot less supervision and she had a lot more expectation. Maybe in retrospect, it’s all subjective or maybe it’s all self-imposed…
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