I woke up today hoping it would all be a nightmare and not my real life. What should have been one of the most joyous days of my life as I welcomed two new nephews into the world was instead full of tears, desperation, and feelings of helplessness. My sister gave birth to her two baby boys at just 23 weeks, so they are in critically ill condition and in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, and will be for several months – best case scenario.
My sister Wendy is one tough cookie, so we’re hoping the twins picked up those genes from her and will be fighters and pull through their early arrival into this world. All that we can do is hope, pray, be positive, and take it one day at a time.
I went to Philly for the whole day yesterday where my sister and her family are in the hospital, and I am back in DC today but going back up for my half this weekend. I even went for a run this morning and it felt really good because its such a release for me. It was actually one of the fastest runs I’ve ever had because it was so easy to not focus on my body while I was running and instead let my mind be consumed by other things.
The thought of showing you my food and telling you exactly my pace on the run and how many calories I burned is just the last thing on Earth I can do right now, because it doesn’t matter. What matters is your family and your loved ones and not the last 2.2 pounds I have to lose. If nothing else, this at least puts a lot of things into perspective for me.
Please keep my family in your thoughts and prayers.