One truth about the folks who get up before sunrise to walk thirteen miles for no reason other than that they can is that are friendly bunch. Negativity is noticeably absent. Kindness and encouragement pour from their lips to land on friends and strangers alike.

Being surrounded by hundreds, thousands or tens of thousands of fired up folks is as addictive as the euphoric joy experienced with each successive step of the last tenth of a mile to the finish line. The day before the Diva race in Temecula, two beautiful spirits from Florida walked over to my girlfriends and I: “I have to take your picture.” We never asked her to explain. We all understood. The four of us—two pediatricians, a social worker and a teacher—were taking pictures with the abandon of pre-teens at a Taylor Swift concert.

The Diva race attracts women from across the country to experience a walking, jogging, running party in pink. Bib pick-up comes with a pink tutu and silver tiara. The pink boas are handed to us just as we get to the finish line for your Diva photo op.

This was my first Diva race. It is definitely a celebration of the powerful, the pink and the pretty in all of us.

Our group of four will definitely take off for another Diva race. We’d love to see you join us. Check out Walk That Half! to get started.