my god. i usually am the last person to crave for nyc summers (the humidity absolutely derails me), but this winter has been so brutal that i just want to be able to run outdoors while sweating profusely. winter makes running feel so un-sexy. you bundle up in layers, your face covered by beanies and scarves and you can barely feel your face. everyone just sort of moves robotically, hoping to make it through 5 miles. 

and it’s been hard biking, too. when you get on the bridge and the wind cuts through you—in a way where it presses past your flesh and into your bones, you start questioning why you threw on the helmet and hopped on the bike in the first place.