WHY WE SWEAT: SISTER STYLE
WHY WE SWEAT
They say you never really change. I believe that. My older sister Jackie and I have been at it since the get go, no one really pushes me harder or better than she does. Very few people are able to get under my skin like she does. She equally can motivate me and make me want to squish her so bad competitively that I will go through extreme lengths so that at the end she can say “good job, Annie” in a genuinely surprising tone.
We are similar in shape and stature, but she held onto more of those fast twitch fibers in the womb (probably more of the IIb). Good thing she left behind a nice mixture of slow-twitch and fast twich(IIa) for me to compete with. She is quick and coordinated, and I am moderate and can’t dribble.
We have found our common ground over the years. We will go to the gym together whenever we are in the same zip code and she will typically take me through a training session, and I am typically sore for about 3 days after. Each day it somehow gets worse. But she has done a couple things I like, bikram yoga, a 3… or rather 4 mile run in Central Park (if she knew it was 4 she would have stayed home), and a conditioning class. They weren’t her ‘thing’ but she did it anyway.
We “grind” in our own ways but we agree on one thing, pushing ourselves. And while we don’t do it often together I do enjoy those sessions that we do have together once in a while. We push ourselves in our own ways, but she’s taught me and exposed me about the exercise world more than anyone else.
From the beginning it started as doing random acrobatic stuff when I was 5 and she was 10, that looking back now I find absolutely hilarious, to watching her basketball games and volleyball games where she was a State Champ. She would watch me practice for Westernettes in the driveway and yes, it was an arm workout and later in college she introduced me to the NYC scene. She brought me to Velocity training in midtown Manhattan and I would go to her training sessions downtown at Church Street Boxing. She encouraged me while I was on my Half marathon kick, and I remember the random pistol squat contests we would have on the back porch of my grandmother’s beach house to the annual foot races that we have during the holidays.
By nature we sweat in our own time in our own ways, but our mentality towards the purpose is very much the same. We don’t have cliché quotes, shortcuts, or anything of the sorts we trust that we are maintaining a healthy body day in and day out so that when we do see each other everything is the same, there are no explanations and no excuses. We know that we hold each other to a certain standard without saying it.