I may have forgotten to mention it: Did I tell you I’ve been training pretty hard for the past three months? Training for a fifth marathon, you ask? A community 10K? A speedy half? No, dear reader. I’ve been unknowingly training for a whole different kind of event: social distancing. And MAN, am I inContinue reading “We’ve Trained for This: The Coronavirus and Me”
I was standing on a busy street corner last week when a strange man I didn’t know leaned in from behind. “Nice sunglasses,” he crooned. Well-trained NYC women know not to engage with random weirdos offering compliments, so I murmured a sarcastic “thanks” – just shy of the “thanks, creep” I wanted to say –Continue reading “Oh, Canada: Toronto Vacation for the Win”
If your loved one went to the bar three days a week, would you hold an intervention? What if she only went in skin-tight clothes? What if she bar-hopped before work? What if she rolled out afterwards with a crippling case of the sweats, the shakes, and an always-broken vow to never return? It’s time I comeContinue reading “Barre-Hopping”
What weighs more: a pound of feathers or a pound of bricks? Trick question. They weigh the same. But you know what weighs a million times more? The one-pound weights at Pop Physique. Don’t be fooled by appearances: these itty bitty hand weights are somehow the heaviest thing you’ll ever touch. I took my first PopContinue reading “Pop Physique aka Pain Incarnate: A Review”
I may be teetotaling this month as I round out the final leg of Whole30, but being off the sauce didn’t dissuade me from going to the bar last night. Oh wait, I mean “the barre.” As in, I took my very first barre class. Sorry folks, you know homonym jokes are my favorites. ForContinue reading “Barre-ing All”
Riled Up Runner 