I remember her crossing the finish line at the New York Triathlon in Harriman State Park in 2001, struggling and smiling — she’d made it! We’d spent countless hours training together for the race, bonding over our less-than-athletic physiques and our determination. But we both crossed the finish line triumphantly. I remember us going dress shopping before Y2K, then dancing and celebrating … [Read more...] about My Friend Tigger
