Love, faith, believing

Similar to my sister‘s post tonight, this post is totally inspired by what my sister Jen is battling right now – a very serious, and scary,staph infection.

As I sit here in utter disbelief at her strength in the face of such a scary, and very painful situation, I am in awe.

In awe at the fierce love that she already feels for Isabel – a love that is most definitely pulling her through the darkest of moments.

In awe of her will to battle through – the same will that she used to battle through as an infant after we were born over two months premature. She fought and fought and fought to survive (she was the sickest of the three of us).

In awe of her faith – my mom’s faith, my sister’s faith and my faith. It is literally the only thing we can truly rely on in such uncertain times. I firmly and fully believe in the power of prayer, and in putting my truth faith in God’s will. I know He is watching over Jen, he is infusing her with strength and power and He will usher her back to good health. There is no alternative in my mind. I’ve seen that faith in action once before – with my father-in-law’s illness – and I’m watching it again in action here. It blows me away.

In awe of the incredible support from family, friends, co-workers and all of my incredible blog friends. Most of you don’t even know Jen, yet you are willing to include her in your thoughts, your prayers. Amazing.

What I’m probably most in awe of? That no matter the distance that separates my sisters and I while Jen deals with her illness one state away, and I am about to embark on a ten day trip to the west coast, we are three-strong.

No matter the distance.

No matter the circumstance.

No matter what.

We are three-strong.


There is nothing that compares to the power of three.

I love you sisters – we WILL get through this together. Three strong, as usual.

On listening to your body, and other ramblings

As you can imagine, my body is still in recovery mode from the half marathon shock my system took over the weekend.

Of course – totally worth it, to wear the badge of “half marathoner” proudly. I view it as an honor and a priviledge and I’m still beaming over it.

My body, however, notsomuch.

Everything hurts. Still.

Albeit I am in far less pain than I was on Sunday, one day after the race, or Monday, two days in. But I’m still not 100% on the DOMS recovery scale, or on the energy levels scale.

I guess it didn’t dawn on me that this half would be such a shock to my system – maybe it was that kick at the last mile that did it, who knows – all I know is that I’ve had to listen to my body in a big way this week.

Which is hard for me because I’m about to go on a TEN day vacation to San Fran and wine country (more on this later, promise) where my routine is bound to be totally disrupted.

But – I’m taking a cue from what my body is telling me, post-half: I need to recover. Like whoa.

So the majority of this week will involve some weight training, but very little cardio – until at least Thursday. It’s so weird – I’ve been known to be a total cardio addict but the sheer thought of cardio right now makes me want to cry, no lie.

Instead of freaking out that my “routine” has already been disrupted and I haven’t even left for vacation yet, I’m listening to my body. I’m taking cues from Tina’s “gifts of my body” message as part of the 30 DSL series and I’m embracing my body for what it is and what it’s done: I’m a half marathoner because of the strength, endurance and stamina I’ve built up. Why risk an injury “just” to get back to “routine” so soon after such a major accomplishment?

Instead of fearing the “rest” days, I’m embracing them.

Yep, you heard that right. ME. Embracing rest days. More than one in a week, too.

Who is this person you ask??

This is me, listening to my body, in a big way. Embracing balance, something I firmly and totally believe in, despite my love of a good sweat. 😉

Not gonna lie, this extended vacation couldn’t come at a better time. Yes, I still plan to fit in some workouts while I’m away but I’m going to do my best to NOT schedule them, and instead, go with the flow. If I can fit in a run on Thursday, the first morning we’re in SF, awesome. If not, that’s ok, too. If I fit in a run with Naomi on Friday in SF, how awesome would that be? Totes. But if it doesn’t work out, that’s ok too.

It’s time to give my body a break.

Because Lord knows when I get back from this trip I’ll have surely come up with a new challenge now that the half marathon is behind me. 😉


Side note – please, please, please continue to pray for my sister Jen, and Isabel. Jen is still battling a fierce infection – and damn, she is so strong, and is pulling through like a champ. She’s not out of the woods yet, but I KNOW it’s just a matter of time, and what’s more? I KNOW she’s gaining strength all from her love of Isabel – that love that only a mother and daughter can share. That instantaneous bond that they have, that I can already sense, is unreal and I am so thankful that she has her to help her through this. And that she has the love of her family, friends and her faith in God pulling her through. I just pray that this ends for her soon, and thank you all so much for sending your thoughts, prayers, vibes, whatever, her way.