Older Siblings

Where would the world be without big brothers? Gladys the dog and Waffle the cat are so lucky. I should know; I'm their big brother. They don't know how good they have it.

Speaking of oldest brothers, Chris Gallagher was here for the last 10 days. That guy knows how to vacation. First he chilled on the coast of Maine for a long weekend (a vacation he called very relaxing... except that he had to get up at 5 every morning while a bunch of triathletes breakfasted around him), then he biked all over northern Vermont, saw two major concerts, hung at the Camp in North Hero... the guy did it right.

And, to boot, he came up with a beautiful piece of advice for this blog. Noting that -- because of my various commitments and responsibilities (mostly as oldest sibling) -- I have experienced difficulties keeping up my running log, he suggested a change. Moving forward, I plan to log Gunnar's time in his Chariot -- the running stroller/ bike trailer/ ski trailer.

I won't tip-toe around the issue: I'm cutting back my mileage a bit. I have a long ways to go and a lot of years to do it in. I don't need to run all my miles at once. And I can share my running log space with our new family addition.

Photo: Showing my younger sister how to sit at the front of the boat.