Art of Disguise: Sneaking Vegetables Into a Carb-Lover’s Diet

I might as well be watching Game of Thrones, blasting EDM and owning a cat I so hardly recognize myself: for the last several months, I’ve eaten ZERO vegetables. (Fine, zero may be an overstatement, but it’s been capped at, like, six total bites.) Once a staple of my diet – I’ve literally been knownContinue reading “Art of Disguise: Sneaking Vegetables Into a Carb-Lover’s Diet”

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Yes, All Women Runners

Heads up: this isn’t a blog post about puppies and daisies and fireflies and food. This is a blog post about how two of the characteristics that define me most – being a runner and being a woman – sometimes together mean that I feel extremely unsafe on my own city’s streets. If that’s tooContinue reading “Yes, All Women Runners”

Mama Mia

What did you inherit from your mother? Your affinity for peanut butter? Your sun-kissed complexion? Your entrepreneurial spirit? In my case, all of the above, plus something practically guaranteed to extend the length and quality of my adult life: my dedication to health. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I don’t think I’dContinue reading “Mama Mia”

Like Night and Day

There are several core truths about myself I hold to be true. I’m right handed. I’m a dog person. I’m afraid of ET. I’m team Peeta, team Jacob and team embarrassed to have read so many novels originally written for 12-year-old girls. One more core truth: I am a morning runner. For as long asContinue reading “Like Night and Day”

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

The winter seems to be full of acceptable excuses not to workout. The days are shorter. The Central Park water fountains don’t work. Bathing suit season is still several months away. House of Cards won’t watch itself. And of course, the most tangible excuse to skip winter workouts of all: the world outside my apartment todayContinue reading “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”

Resolution Revision

I could come up with a whole host of excuses why my first race of the new year was nearly six minutes slower than my 10K PR. The roads were icy. The humidity was harsh. I’d stayed out too late the evening before drinking cider, playing Jenga and forcing my friend Davy to wear aContinue reading “Resolution Revision”

Ice Ice Baby

There are a handful of things I’m afraid of all year long – giving blood, centipedes, the monstrosities that will be the new Star Wars trilogy – but at least one of my top trepidations only pops up on a seasonal basis: ice. Don’t get me wrong: There are plenty of appropriate uses for ice,Continue reading “Ice Ice Baby”