All those weeks of training religiously (and declining a food writer's trip to Italy) paid off. I went, I walked, and I didn't even get a blister. How Miraculous is that? All those long-distance walks from home to Flex Appeal, coupled with the Broken Tables, Road Warriors, and Crunches from the YRG DVD's whipped me into a Marathon-Ready state of being. Even more Miraculous? Walking 20 miles the first day. I was hoping to get to 13. And when I did, I inexplicably wanted to keep going. Good thing, the view from the Brooklyn Bridge is spectacular. The whole weekend was inspiring and humbling. Thousands of participants had names emblazoned on their backs of mothers, daughters, sisters, and friends either lost to or suffering with breast cancer. Every step I took, through Riverside Park, Harlem, Chelsea Market, and City Hall Park, was in Gratitude for my health:
Pre-Dawn at the Pier
Taking the A Train home after 20 miles, and too catatonic for a thumbs-up
Renewed strength on day two
Avon even appointed court jesters to keep us laughing...
Like the hot pink pashmina? Did a little street vendor shopping on Fifth.
The loyal and supportive Sarah & John made the trek from upstate to welcome me over the finish line
My Brooklyn Bridge Sistas
The adorable Kathy 'KT' Travis, who magnanimously got me an audience with:
SUZE! Who's dazzingly lovely in person...
Yes, the day got even more perfect: Middle Eastern-Mediterranean fusion with Aunt Connie at Taboon. And she brought me French Tulips!
