life can be a really sad thing
I read this in the paper this morning.
It just doesn't seem fair.
As a runner for Salpointe we all got to see the McGregor twins up close and personal at least 5-6 times a year, and you would always see them in the paper on Thursday morning as as 1-2 in whatever dual meet they ran the day before. In the track one would maybe win the 1600 and the other the 3200. Emily was always better until senior year, when Valerie won state in cross country - although I guess that's neither here nor there.
I saw them run for two years. Everyone knew the McGregor twins, or at least knew of them. I didn't know the girls, never talked to them; I was only an idiot freshman and sophomore trying to make sure I didn't lose to them in the 3200, and at that time I'm sure they both at a few inches on me at least. Those girls were quite an amusing, and intimidating, sight to see, at least from my perspective.
I think everyone got a kick out of watching them at a meet, both on and off the track;, off, you'd be jogging around and all of a sudden there they are, two tall, skinny, pretty blonde girls warming up together, with matching ponytails and facial features, and then after the race you'd probably see them smiling and giving an interview to some dumbass reporter from the Daily Star or maybe Jessie Vanderson; on, you'd have the whole kicking everyone's ass by a million miles, in those shades, and you wouldn't know who was ahead or what was going on, except that one was first and the other was second. In cross country, the only time I saw them get split up was when this girl from Buena beat Emily at the finish line at regionals their senior year.
The twins were always the subject of some good, clean, old fashioned joking amongst ourselves. We had two sets of twins on our team, and, in spite of everyone's countless obvious suggestions for pickup lines, I don't think anything ever came of it. I take that back, actually, I remember when we went to San Diego my sophomore year, when both of our teams were waiting in line (Salpointe was identifiable by our gay maroon polo shirts) to get into the Spaghetti Factory, and Jason managed to have a decent-lengthed conversation with them - if I remember right, I feel like Collette ended up being his wingman.
We laughed when copies of the Tucson Weekly were being passed out at the 5A South regionals at track. The consensus was that Valerie was the more attractive one, although to be honest, I was never in my life able to tell the difference.
The last time I saw either one of them was on a run my senior year, training for Foot Locker with Bryce. We were running around the U of A and just as we exited the football stadium, we caught a glimpse of Emily, who by then had transferred back to Arizona, running by herself. That she was alone was somewhat of a strange sight, but even still, neither of us had the balls talk to her or even say hi. To me, and my teammates, the McGregor twins, together, always had some kind of aura of celebrity, of uniqueness, of personality about them.
And that is the way it will stay.
It just doesn't seem fair.
As a runner for Salpointe we all got to see the McGregor twins up close and personal at least 5-6 times a year, and you would always see them in the paper on Thursday morning as as 1-2 in whatever dual meet they ran the day before. In the track one would maybe win the 1600 and the other the 3200. Emily was always better until senior year, when Valerie won state in cross country - although I guess that's neither here nor there.
I saw them run for two years. Everyone knew the McGregor twins, or at least knew of them. I didn't know the girls, never talked to them; I was only an idiot freshman and sophomore trying to make sure I didn't lose to them in the 3200, and at that time I'm sure they both at a few inches on me at least. Those girls were quite an amusing, and intimidating, sight to see, at least from my perspective.
I think everyone got a kick out of watching them at a meet, both on and off the track;, off, you'd be jogging around and all of a sudden there they are, two tall, skinny, pretty blonde girls warming up together, with matching ponytails and facial features, and then after the race you'd probably see them smiling and giving an interview to some dumbass reporter from the Daily Star or maybe Jessie Vanderson; on, you'd have the whole kicking everyone's ass by a million miles, in those shades, and you wouldn't know who was ahead or what was going on, except that one was first and the other was second. In cross country, the only time I saw them get split up was when this girl from Buena beat Emily at the finish line at regionals their senior year.
The twins were always the subject of some good, clean, old fashioned joking amongst ourselves. We had two sets of twins on our team, and, in spite of everyone's countless obvious suggestions for pickup lines, I don't think anything ever came of it. I take that back, actually, I remember when we went to San Diego my sophomore year, when both of our teams were waiting in line (Salpointe was identifiable by our gay maroon polo shirts) to get into the Spaghetti Factory, and Jason managed to have a decent-lengthed conversation with them - if I remember right, I feel like Collette ended up being his wingman.
We laughed when copies of the Tucson Weekly were being passed out at the 5A South regionals at track. The consensus was that Valerie was the more attractive one, although to be honest, I was never in my life able to tell the difference.
The last time I saw either one of them was on a run my senior year, training for Foot Locker with Bryce. We were running around the U of A and just as we exited the football stadium, we caught a glimpse of Emily, who by then had transferred back to Arizona, running by herself. That she was alone was somewhat of a strange sight, but even still, neither of us had the balls talk to her or even say hi. To me, and my teammates, the McGregor twins, together, always had some kind of aura of celebrity, of uniqueness, of personality about them.
And that is the way it will stay.