My sister, myself

You know what helps you miss your hubby a little less? Sister time! I long for the days when Lil Sis and I lived within a mile (and sometimes much closer – in the same house or on the same block) of each other and could pop in and out of each others lives a the drop of a hat. I love living in Cape May so much, but one of the prices to be paid is having my sis a 45 min car ride away. Granted, this is not exactly the other side of the planet, but to me it feels awfully far. We have done really well over the last year, taking turns hopping on the parkway and carefully figuring out dates and times we are both free. One result of the distance is that it makes days like today special. What once would have been a normal Sunday hang out has becomes something more – a few hours to connect to a person that means the world to me.

How did we spend it? As is so many times the case, running and talking 🙂 When people see us together, they often comment that we never seem to run out of things to talk about. How could we?! With shape-shifting lives that we could not have imagined as two little girls growing up on Tiverstock Drive, there is never a shortage of things I need her opinion on, need comfort over or want to hear details about.

We decided to go for a run on the boards (no surprise there). Lil Sis prepared by drinking moonshine last night and nothing for breakfast today (no surprise there). I told her we would run 3 but squeaked an extra mile out of her (no surprise there). We had a fantastic time, content in our sister world, lockstep in body and mind. Sometimes, the more things change, the more they stay the same (happily, no surprise there).

Ohh, a new mural since the last time I was here - pretty!

Ohh, a new mural since the last time I was here – pretty!

This is the kind of winter day I can get behind - bright, blue sky, low wind, reasonable temps. Very nice, winter, very nice.

This is the kind of winter day I can get behind – bright, blue sky, low wind, reasonable temps. Verrrry nice, winter, very nice.

Even the gulls were digging this day! Tons in the intertidal zone and right offshore.

Even the gulls were digging this day! Tons in the intertidal zone and right offshore.

Gotta touch the turnaround point! We swapped gloves today - I was trying out one of her pink Lululemon mittens (that Rocelle turned her on to) and fell in love! Sadly, the only ones I could find online were all black ones. But I want the girly ones! *stomps foot*

Gotta touch the turnaround point! We swapped gloves today – I was trying out one of her pink Lululemon mittens (that Rochelle turned her on to) and fell in love! Sadly, the only ones I could find online were all black ones. But I want the girly ones! *stomps foot*

Sissy also likes touching this rail for the heck of it - just one of those weird runner things. Not weird are her socks, which proudly proclaim "BACON" for no particular reason. They make me smile.

Sissy also likes touching this rail for the heck of it – just one of those weird runner things. Not weird are her socks, which proudly proclaim “BACON”. They make me, and everyone who sees them, smile.

Remember when I was talking about the salt water taffy machine last week? Well, clearly I could not resist a trip into Shriver's to see if the machiners were running. Coinsidering it is the middle of February, I am guessing the demand for taffy is at a yearlong low, but I still gazed longingly at my beloved machines!

Remember last week when I was talking about the salt water taffy machine? Well, I could not resist a trip into Shriver’s to see if they were running! Considering it is the middle of February, I am guessing the demand for taffy is at its yearly nadir, but I still gazed lovingly at my beloved machines!

Lil Sis loves the bench at 18th Street at the end of a run to take in the day, be grateful for the life she has and, in times of strife, to remind herself that everything is going to be all right. It was hard not to believe that on a day as beautiful as this.

Lil Sis loves the bench at 18th Street at the end of a run to take in the day, be grateful for the life she has and, in times of uncertainty, to remind herself that everything is going to be all right. It was hard not to believe that on a day as beautiful as this.

What are some of you favorite winter routes?

Do you run with your sibling(s)?

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6 responses to “My sister, myself

  1. Bel

    Very sweet :). I miss my sister too. She moved down to VA Beach about a year and a half ago and is making it more permanent now that her and hubby are buying a house in NC 😦 Glad you guys get to run together – I have yet to run with mine since I have started running but it’s on my goal list for this year! And I think if I lived closer to the boards I would do A LOT more running! I think I would do a lot more of everything though. I’m a beach bum and if I am anywhere near a boardwalk or a beach, I am on it!

  2. Lil sis

    Love love love sissy days! I wish that we were only a block away but it’s days like today that make our time together so special. I don’t know what I would do without you. Love you to pieces.

  3. Linda Kisiel

    I am so happy when I think of the two of you together. You have a very special connection that is forged from love and friendship. My heart is happy. One of the happiest days of my life was when my little sis ran a mile around the campground with me two years ago. She’s fast, but convinced that she likes walking better. I love her to pieces as well. She makes me feel better just by talking to her or seeing her. I don’t know what I would do without her. She’s the best! Sisters rule! Love you and Lauren very much! P.S. Parvin in the winter is still the place for me. Hopefully, this Saturday morning.

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