I Hate My Sister

No, really.

Nebalee came home from the hospital and I demanded Mom take her right back. Mom refused! That pretty much set the tone for our lives as sibs.

She's more photogenic; she got the bigger boobs (which, even after breast feeding three kids are still located where they belong); hell, she even got the volleyball set I asked for for her birthday.

She runs half-marathons for fun. When we were at her house on Sunday, she mentioned that she'd run six miles at a nearby open space, Coyote Ridge. She said it was a "nice" run and it'd be a great place to go for a horseback ride. Mom showed some interest and talked about trailering the horses.

Fast-forward to today. I'm on week two, day two of Ease into 5K and given the choice of running on the treadmill or running outside, I chose to run outside. Specifically Coyote Ride, which my loving sister said was a "nice" run.

"Nice", my ass! Have I mentioned that my sister is a lying bitch and that Mom should have taken her back to the hospital when I told her to thirty-seven years ago?

The trailhead is at and elevation of 5,150. About the same as my house. From the road, the trail looks like a nice, flat loop. Well, it isn't. In the span of one mile, the trail gained approximately 200 feet in elevation. Now, that doesn't sound so bad, does it? 200 feet, what's 200 feet? Most of the 200 feet gain was done in about 1/4 mile; the rest was "gradual".