of my sister.
A very long time ago,
we were at one of the largest track meets of the entire Twin Cities area.
I mean, like EVERYONE and their mother (and grandma, grandpa, aunts, uncles, cousins and next-door neighbors) was in attendence.
It was my turn to run a relay.
I was late to meet with the race officials.
Luckily for me (not) the announcer somehow spotted me in the crowd and was joking with me over the loud speaker.
(I really didn't appreciate his jokes at the time.)
I still had my warm-up pants on.
Luckily for me (again NOT)
Libbie was there to help me.
As I was running for check-in, and while the entire population of the Twin Cities Metro Area
was watching me panic and run for check-in, and try to take my pants off at the same time, Libbie, bless my sister, decides to step on one leg of my pants.
That was it.
I have a vague recollection of lying there on the ground.
In the middle of the track.
While EVERYONE was looking on.
While a circle of people stood over me,
you know, like they do on tv.
The announcer was sputtering over the loud speaker.
And in the midst of that circle, I caught one face.
That's right.
Lib.
Laughing so hard she had to have been crying.
