Walked 20 miles over the weekend.

It feels good to pound the pavement again.

Manhattan is such a perfect place to light up your Fitbit because there are so many exciting distractions…parks, fab retail therapy opportunities, landmark buildings, crazy peeps, stylin’ pedestrians…

Saturday, we drove down to the doggie car wash to rid the girls of their cross country cooties.

We brunched outside at Quaity Eats and then David and I walked the seven miles uptown with Finnley from the west village and Courtny took Madison home by car.

Sunday morning found me back in the saddle at Flywheel, regrouping and feeding another addiction on a Sunday morning before the NY Giants insane football game which went down to the wire…again.

We then hit Central Park with Madison and Finnley to walk off the Giant frustration.

Walking in Los Angeles feels like a chore.

In NYC it is a beneficial necessity and pleasure.