My brother and I are VERY close and have been our whole lives. I loved having him around when my friends came over as a teen and I still love visiting him as an adult. He makes me laugh like few people in the world can.
However, we are about as different as different can get.
Right now, my brother is neck deep in training for an Ironman Triathalon in November. I talked to him on Sunday and he had just finished running 13 miles, and on Saturday, he biked 80 miles. In essence? He traveled NINETY THREE miles last weekend and never got in his car. 93 miles. NOT IN A CAR.
And then, he emailed me this morning, and this is the signature on his email:
“You know your a triathlete when – you find yourself in bed early on Saturday night, But there’s still a chance you’ll be throwing up come Sunday Morning”
WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN? Is that true? Are you throwing up because you ran so hard Saturday? Or are you PLANNING on running on Sunday? And if you KNOWN it will make you throw up, why do you do it? Parmesan cheese makes me have severe tummy problems, so I don’t eat it. See? Logic. Why do something, especially EXCERCISE (eek!), if it might make you puke? WHY? Is that quote supposed to be funny? Does it make my brother laugh? If so – WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM?
AND who in the HELL bikes 80 miles on a Saturday and then goes and RUNS 13 on Sunday? CRACKHEADS. That’s who. Take a break and eat some donuts on Sunday, don’t go run a half marathon! Oh, and don’t even get me started on the “diet” he’s on to prepare himself. Let’s put it this way. Donuts are NOT on it. And if I’m going to be running 13 miles in ONE DAY? I’d better get a damn donut afterwards.
Update from 2020: Donnie has done an Ironman now and I ran 68 miles once in a race so I am much more understanding of this side of my brother now 🙂
My brother is insane. Of course, I’m very proud of him, but he’s still an INSANE CRACKHEAD.