Running Social

If you would have told me two years ago I’d voluntarily leave a rooftop party with an unparalleled skyline view celebrating the most gorgeous birthday girl around at 10:30 p.m. because I had to be up to run nine miles before the sun, I’d have thought you were crazy. Turns out, I’m the crazy one.

Hot-Blooded (Check it and See)

Sweltering summer days are perfect for a whole host of activities. Tasting all 16 flavors of frozen yogurt in the name of science? Sure. Openly resenting your best friend for describing her 50-degree morning run in the Bay Area? Oh, yes. Lazily basking in the shade at a Central Park lobster bake with a brood

Rise and Shine

When I arrive at the office on Monday mornings and inquire about my co-workers’ weekends, I get the sneaking suspicion everyone is just reading out loud the thesaurus entry for “relaxing.” “Oh, I just took it easy,” one seemingly well-rested colleague says. “Never left my apartment,” says another. “I took the chance to get caught

Chase Challenge for the Masses

Have you ever run the JP Morgan Chase Corporate Challenge? If not, have you ever watched a colony of 12,000 penguins waddle slowly down a crowded ice shoot? Well, visually, it’s pretty much the same thing. This week, I ran/penguin-waddled the most crowded road race I’ve ever experienced in my adult life. Don’t believe me?

When the Sun Goes Down

There are plenty of things I’d happily do after 6 p.m. Drink a beer? Yes, please. Drink a beer on a rooftop bar? Absolutely. Drink a beer on a rooftop bar … in Brooklyn? It’s been known to happen, but I reserve the right to complain for the entire first round about having to leave

Run Like a Girl

This morning, I ran the NYRR New York Mini 10K – a race launched 40 years ago as the first ever women’s only road race. Established in the early years of the running revolution as a daintier alternative to the men’s only half marathon, the Mini 10K (originally called the “Miniskirt 10K,” according to legend)

Her Name is Rio and She Dances on the Sand

Two weeks ago, I was pretty pleased with my Dallas, Texas, hotel room view. And what’s not to like? Space-needle-like architecture, didn’t overlook a public landfill, smelled slightly of barbecue and came complete with a dramatic sunrise or sunset, although I now couldn’t tell you which one. After years of opting for the local Bates Motel in an