GBTC Holiday Party - Margaret Bradley Award

Last night, at the Greater Boston Track Club annual holiday party, Katie and I announced this year's recipient of the Margaret Bradley Award . Margaret was a teammate of ours who died in 2004 while hiking in the Grand Canyon. An award was created in her name to be awarded to a female member of the team who plans to run the Chicago Marathon at a competitive level. This year, the award changed slightly, and is now offered to a recipient to use at a race of her choosing (the award includes air fare and race entry to any domestic race - track, roads, etc). Katie won the award the first year of its existence and ran the Chicago Marathon. I won the award the second year of its existence and ran the Chicago Marathon. Meghan won it this year (the fourth year) and will use it for a race of her choosing. She is a new member to the team, a fresh college graduate, and she has stepped up to the challenge of post-collegiate racing with passion and drive. She is a fantastic award recipient. Below are some pictures of Brad and me during the holiday party.

The Urban Nutcracker

On Friday, Bruce, Christy, Brad and I enjoyed a dazzling dinner at Laurel Grill & Bar , a phenomenal restaurant in the South End. From there, we watched a production of The Urban Nutcracker. The production is essentially a multicultural interpretation of Tchaikovsky's ballet. It attempts to pull diversity into ballet through incorporating a variety of cultural dance traditions. Proceeds went to underserved youth in Boston.

So, this night was totally up my alley. For anyone who knows me even a little, you know I'm all about the underserved youth of the world. I've dedicated my academic career to offering tools to at-risk urban youth to help them develop academically, socially, emotionally, etc...

We couldn't take pictures in the hall, so I've included 1 picture of Brad and me before we went out. The second picture is of our Christmas tree this year!

The rest of Thanksgiving dinner

Yum. It looks better without Brad's hand in it.



The residue of Brad's cooking.


Yes, I baked.




The end product.


We had a quiet, romantic Thanksgiving dinner together. Very relaxing.

Brad's hand in a turkey.