Never Too Cold To Run

Six miles in Central Park. 33 degrees. Finished in well under an hour.

Followed by brunch, naturally, at the Boat House, our branch office.

That is how you Saturday.

This Is Not A Grandmother

It's absolutely arctic outside, which means we're pulling out the heavy artillery when it comes to winter gear.

It also means that people will refer to large, furry hats as "babushkas".

Let's stop the madness. Babushka means grandmother in Russian. No one wears a grandmother on their head. Large, furry hats, made popular by Soviet Russia, are called shapkas or ushankas. You can learn more about them here.

At The Start

This morning's half marathon was the coldest race I have ever run. True story: while running on the West Side Highway, I actually picked up a cup of Gatorade that was starting to freeze.

From now on I'm using this experience as a motivational tool. As in, "Stop being lazy and get it done. It's not like running a half marathon 30 degree weather, along the Hudson River."

I'll let you know when I've defrosted.

Since we didn't freeze to death out on the West Side Highway, we brunched afterwards at The Cupping Room in SoHo.