A moment of thanks...

After a day of trying to work, parent and shovel (none of which I felt like I did extremely well) and being frustrated about another week of sporadic training, I stopped for a moment to be thankful for the roof over my head, the heat in my house, the love of my family and the food on my stove. So many can't say the same. This cozy pot of American Chop Suey -the meal I cooked for St. Patrick's House as part of Community Cooks- reminds me why I'm running Boston...

I'm running so others can have a warm meal, made with love on a cold night. A night after you've tried to do the best you can do and maybe it's enough and maybe not. A meal that gives you the inspiration, the desire, the hope that you can get up in the morning and do it all over again. Or enough to get you to sleep feeling the nourishment inside and out. Running is easy - you can get away from it all, you can think. But you can't run, you can't go on, without nourishment.

Please take a moment to support my run.