5ummit weekend juxtaposed the new and the old.
The new: Water bottles. Calf cramps. Full tour PRs. Friends from other tribes. Friends from your own tribe. Tattoo tan lines.
The old: Harvard Stadium. The Mothership tribe. The NU Boathouse. Sara Wild.
The weekend consisted of moments, combining to become a three-day lifetime of growth for the co-leaders and the tribe members. Moments where your arm hair rose, your heart beat a little faster, your legs shook a little more than usual, your eyes welled up and emptied. Moments where in a tight hug from a stranger, you sensed that they could feel it too – the “it” that defines our movement’s existence. The “it” that wasn’t originally intended or possibly imagined. The “it” that started in Boston, and just now was validated through the thousands that gathered on these historic grounds.




