So, it’s been a weird few weeks. Vacation, a lack of motivation, and a family emergency have all added up to very little running lately. I got back on track, beginning with a run this morning, but I’m worried I’ve lost a little fitness.
This is a weird time for me. The family emergency I referenced was about my little brother. He’s 29, and he had a heart attack. He very nearly died. The survival rate for what happened to him is 5%. FIVE PERCENT. One of the reasons he survived is because he’s young, fit, and healthy. I told him that all his running had paid off! :) But this is something in the back of my head now, knowing that being in shape probably helped keep him alive. There isn’t really any better motivation than that.
I have lost like 4 lbs in the last week, but not the good way. I’m generally a stress eater, but this was too much for even me. Food wasn’t a priority, and I really felt like puking most of the week. I was physically sick with worry, and fear.
Take this chance to tell the people you love that you love them. It’s crazy how fast it can change, and I feel so lucky that I get to keep my brother.
