run like hell(a).

eight million people. six miles in the central park loop. nineteen equinox gyms. 255 starbucks coffee houses. one girl. ella is a twenty-something who lives, works, and works out in the big apple. this blog chronicles her journey as she comes to terms with her body. how it looks, how it moves, the food she puts into it, how that food makes her feel, and what she thinks about all of it at the end of the day. she believes that you can run away from your problems and that laughing is the best ab workout possible.

ella's kitchen: gluten-free. vegetarian. moderately healthy (sometimes) and puntastic.

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WHY WINTER RUNNING > SUMMER RUNNING.

Because if you stop mid-run, you’ll freeze, so it’s better to keep going.
Because it’s nicer to see your breath instead of swimming in your own sweat during summer runs.
Because you can call it cryogenic cardio: freezing your ass off.
Because if your legs get cold enough, the pain kind of numbs itself out and you can keep going forever.
Because everyone likes a nice hat.
Because it’s easier to bundle up in layers to keep warm than it is to find the guts to run naked when it’s ridiculously hot out and the very idea of clothes has become oppressive, no matter what Nelly says.
Because the movie was called Cool Runnings, not Blistering Runnings or Scorching Runnings or RUNNING ON THE SURFACE OF THE SUN.
Because that crazy shorts tan you get in the summertime doesn’t really scream “sexy.”
Because you get to wear fun knee-high socks and look practical.
Because you don’t have to freeze a water bottle beforehand to keep it cold.
Because you begin to plan to run when it’s warmest instead of waking up extra early to run when it’s coldest.
Because dying from hypothermia always was the coolest way to go out on Oregon Trail.
Taking an ice bath? Try taking an ice run. It’s multitasking.
Because “Baby, it’s cold outside” always did seem like it was about date rape, so it’s better to go out there and run away from the creepy guy slipping things in your drink and not taking no for an answer.
Because it always impresses people, always always always, no matter how far you ran.
Because you can pretend you’re training for a marathon on Antarctica.
Because you can refuel with hot chocolate instead of chocolate milk.
Because if you want to get home where it’s warm sooner, you learn to run faster.
Because you feel kind of sort of completely bad-ass-take-no-prisoners-I-will-make-this-weather-my-bitch-if-I-can-do-this-I-can-do-anything.