Doing it Wrong Singing Along

All of us New Yorkers woke up to yet another flurry of blizzard-like snow this morning, which made leaving the apartment a daunting thing to contemplate. There's almost nothing I hate more than being forced to wear hideously ugly snow boots. Show me the girl who says she feels hot in snow boots, and I'll show you a liar.

The thought of bikinis, bare legs, and open-toed sandals feels like a far-off fantasy right now--which is probably both good and bad. Good because it means I have at least a couple of months to lose a few of these winter pounds and get back down to my fighting weight (nothing crazy, just a pound or two). I've always been a long-distance runner, preferring to do extended, miles-long sessions on the treadmill without stopping. There's something about pushing myself to go further and faster with each run that brings out the competitive side in me. (Yes, I compete with myself. All the time.)

This morning, though, I decided to try something new: 4 minutes walking, 2 minutes at a fast run. Repeat 5x. And you know what? I worked up a serious sweat, probably burned more fat, wasn't stressed out about beating my previous times/distances, and still managed to get over 3 miles in. I highly recommend.

I'm wearing a Rag & Bone coat (the only thing saving my life in this weather), and Louis Vuitton bag. All photos by Mark Iantosca. xo