I

I ran the 30th Tufts All Women Race in Boston. It was beautiful — a river of women bodies flowing, flowing, and flowing, endless.

There were women running with their kids in strollers, even with two kids in one stroller. They were beautiful. Some were getting ahead of me as I was running and observing all this beauty of healthy approach to life.

I devoted this race to my mom — it was an anniversary of my birthday as well. She would have been happy and proud of me.

The weather was in our camp — warm and sunny — rare case for a late fall in New England.

Join us next year — link is above.