Chapter 3 ~ Growing Up Isn’t Easy

Love to Run ~ A Story of Two Sisters

Chapter 3 ~ Growing Up Isn’t Easy

Nicole lived on the second floor of Robinson Hall. The family all pitched in to help Nicole get her stuff into her room. The room was empty with a bed against the side walls.
“Do you know who your roommate will be?” asked Lisa.
“Yes, it’s Maria Cortez. She’s from out of state and placed second in the championships last year. She’s a freshman like me. She’s nice. We’ve been texting,” said Nicole.
“You didn’t tell me,” said Lisa, her hurt feelings showing.
Their mom interrupted the girls and said, “I’m starving, let’s go out to lunch.”
The family went out for lunch to a pizza place near campus. Lisa, who normally loved pizza, ate one piece. All during lunch she didn’t say a word. When the lunch was finished, the family drove back to the dorm. Everyone got out of the car for a final hug. Nicole was the only one smiling. Her mom and dad put on brave faces. Her dad gave Nicole more advice about being careful. Her mom reminded her to text often.
Lisa said, “I hope you text me as much as you did your new roommate.”
Nicole hugged Lisa, “I love you, little sister. I promise I will text you everyday. Okay?”
Lisa shrugged, “Okay.”
As soon as Lisa got in the car, she scooted over to the corner sat of the back seat behind her dad who was driving. She put her earphones in, and plugged into her iPhone. She chose a playlist, then pulled her dark green hoodie tight over her head and tugged on the strings to the hoodie and nearly obscured her face. She closed her eyes and to block out the world in which she was living. Her mom turned to glance at her and said, “You’ll feel better in a few days. I know it’s hard now. But, trust me, you’ll feel better.”
Lisa didn’t respond to her mother. For the two and half hour ride home she lived in another world.
As soon as Lisa and her parents got home, she went to her room, lied on her bed, opened her iPhone and began to scroll through photos. There was Nicole and she finishing a 5K together. It was fun run. Another photo of her holding Nicole’s state championship cross-country trophy. Another photo of Nicole and she running on the river trail. She tossed the iPhone on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Her mind couldn’t stop thinking about running with Nicole and how she’d miss it. She decided she was through with running. That was it, she made up her mind. She dozed off. A half-hour later the cymbal sound on her iPhone woke her up. The cymbal sound was the sound for incoming text messages. She looked at her iPhone, the message was from Nicole.
Waz up Lisa? I already saw coach. We have to be up by six tomorrow morning to go on an easy six mile run before breakfast.
Lisa read the text two or three times, then texted,
Miss you already. Just hanging around doing nothing. There’s nobody to talk to. Nobody to run with.
Lisa saw the the little bubble working on the text message.
Lisa, coach has a sign on her door, No Excuses. No Feeling Sorry. Get Up, Get Going. That’s what you have to do. Can you do it for a week? For me?
Lisa took a deep breath and texted.
I’ll do the same as you for one week. That’s all I promise. Let me know your workouts.
The bubble appeared.
Tomorrow means you’re up and running at six a.m. I’ll think of you while I run. Deal?
Lisa texted.
Deal – CUL8R
Lisa wasn’t happy. She felt trapped into doing whatever Nicole did for one week. She decided after a week, she’d quit running. She didn’t feel like running anymore if she couldn’t run with Nicole.

Author: Ray Calabrese

I am an optimistic, can do, and never quit guy. The spirit of hope indelibly marks my DNA. My research at The Ohio State University helped people discover the best in themselves and change their personal lives, public organizations, and whole communities. I bring the same spirit and enthusiasm to my blog to help those who grieve who find themselves suddenly alone, navigate their grieving. Join my more than 24,300Twitter (@alwaysgoodstuff). I promise my tweets are always good stuff. Please feel free to email me at

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.