I'd just stuffed myself at Empanada Mama and decided to walk through Times Square to get to my much needed calorie-burning Redcord class. After dodging Elmo, Hello Kitty, the naked cowboy plus the sidewalk-barricading, sky-scraper gawking, GAP-wearing tourists; I found respite in Bryant Park. And in an instant I became the tourist. In my own city!
I've got a confession. I've been wrapped up in a torrid new affair with Redcord. No, it hasn't diminished my deep affection for or loyalty to Pilates. But it definitely scores a close second; just as Idris Elba does to The Rock.
