Biggest Loser contest is now in week 2. I am hanging in there at number 3 out of the women contestants. There are 110 participants, so I'm thinking that ain't so bad. I am certainly keeping up in the classes. These are intense hour long work-outs with absolutley no rest between jumping, running, crunching, burpee-ing, balancing, lifting, stretching, etc. It's crazy...makes the hours I spend jogging seem like child's play. There is a sense of fellowship that developes, all of us encouraging each other, insisting we are going to survive Tom's hour long torture chamber. Hoping to keep up the pace so I can once again enter a Triathlon. Baby steps...keep having to tell myself...baby steps.
The bad news today was that my older brother, Grant, had ACL surgery and just informed me his running days are over. He suddenly made me appreciate being able to work out. My brother, pictured here with his wife, Aradhna, and my mom, Hendrika, in California is an amazing man. He was by my side often during my recovery from cancer and orchestrated my financial support during that incredibly rough time, even driving me to the Mayo Clinic in the dead of winter from Milwaukee to Rochester, Minnesota. We have texted back and forth this evening, so I know that the surgery went well. But I also know he must feel a sense of loss not being able to run. It's so important to have that outlet of physical exercise that not only keeps you fit but clears your mind and brings you back to the center of yourself.
So, my dearest brother, I think of you tonight. Pray for your speedy recovery. And hope you once again find an outlet to clear your mind and soul. Don't worry...like your older sister...I soon plan on subjecting you to a blog entry all of your own with some embarrassing childhood pictures and stories. Believe me, I have found some good ones. Although your niece has confirmed my fear...you have always been so damn handsome. Until then, I am certain you'll be wowing us all again shortly with your intellect, wit, artful ability with the spoken work, and good looks...even on crutches. From Milwaukee to Pittsburgh...sending you love! You are the best big brother a gal could have!
So, my dearest brother, I think of you tonight. Pray for your speedy recovery. And hope you once again find an outlet to clear your mind and soul. Don't worry...like your older sister...I soon plan on subjecting you to a blog entry all of your own with some embarrassing childhood pictures and stories. Believe me, I have found some good ones. Although your niece has confirmed my fear...you have always been so damn handsome. Until then, I am certain you'll be wowing us all again shortly with your intellect, wit, artful ability with the spoken work, and good looks...even on crutches. From Milwaukee to Pittsburgh...sending you love! You are the best big brother a gal could have!
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