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NYC wins at many things in life, namely, lining up for crazy food trends. For this week’s episode of The Rundown, I created a route that takes in some of the trends that’ve inspired long queues lately (at least, they usually have) and end at the newest item that will surely inspire a number of Instagram pics to come!

If you want to know the route – or places visited – here it is (with a bonus stop at Boba Guys along the way!)

It’s my New York-a-versary!
Six years ago, I moved here from South Africa, to live a life based out of the Big Apple – just as I’d once dreamed of doing. 
As a journalist, I came to New York on the hope and the dream of interviewing Meryl Streep over lunch (at some divine restaurant in the West Village, or you know, anywhere). Of course, I knew it would be hard. I knew I would be giving up so many safety nets – a regular salary, my trusted hair-dresser, my gym membership (Melrose Arch Virgin Active had become a second home to me), an entire industry I’d worked long and hard to become a part of, dear friends, and Greek-style family lunches. 
But I knew I had to do it. That fire was burning inside and I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I came looking for adventure and to broaden the proverbial horizons of my career as an entertainment journalist. I came looking for interviews with actors and musicians I admired, for stories about South Africans beyond Charlize and Elon achieving wonderful heights, for opportunities to see concerts, take in museums and Broadway shows and be exposed to more cinema than I ever had been before. 
A year and a half into my time here I found something I was not looking for. Not at all. 
Begins with ‘r’, and ends with ‘unning.’
Ha.
I’ve spoken about this before, in a recent episode of The Rundown, and a couple of posts before, but thanks to the New York City Marathon and the inspiration (that still doesn’t feel like the right word) from a South African NY Times photojournalist who took part in the marathon a year after he lost both his legs in Afghanistan, I started running. Properly. Outside. Longer than the usual 20-minutes on a treadmill I’d done before. 
Like many of the friends I’ve made since becoming a “runner” I realised we all have our story of how we came to running. Or how it came to us. Which is funny, because it’s something we were innately born to do, but often the joy gets knocked out of it, after being dished out as punishment one too many times. Or in my case, being tripped up and falling in a school race and being told I’m not good at it.
Crossing my first finish line was the opening chapter of my love affair with running. More than just a physical feat, I saw finishing the NYC Marathon as somewhat of a test. If I could get through it, I would be okay in NYC. 
Because living here is not easy. Not easy at all. 
With its high rents. And South Africa’s terrible exchange rate.
With its multitude of people. And very little space. 
With its seven-girl-to-every-guy ratio.
With its many Choose Your Own Adventure options. Too many options, sometimes. 
I engineered my life to be here. No one sent me here. No one secured me an apartment or helped me transfer my life here. I wanted this. But I couldn’t have foreseen the challenges life as a freelancer in a new city would bring with it. It’s been a rollercoaster of emotions, waking up excited yet daunted by what each new day brings with it. 
Through it all – late-paid invoices, interviews with Oprah and Spielberg, unanswered emails taken too personally, broken relationships and solid ones, many slices of late-night $1 pizza, friends who’ve become family, one-night trips to LA and Miami, over-extended credit cards – running has become the rock, my anchor.  
When most have a 9-5 to go to, I have 5-9 — miles, that is. I know that no matter where I am, or what is happening, I can run.
It keeps me on track when nothing else does or can. I’ve tried all I can to establish a routine, and then I go to London for a Captain America junket (I know, boo hoo) or a big US story breaks and I’m filing for News at 3am. But running is my routine.
I’ve tried to picture my life over the next five years. It’s hard to imagine most of the time, at the rapid rate journalism is changing, and I’m trying to figure out my space and place within it all. I’m not new to forging a different path for myself – I did it in South Africa – but being overseas and without the comforts of home make it a little more terrifying. Running is the vision for my future that I can’t yet see. I catch glimpses, however small they may be, of what could happen, and how. 
In running, I scratch the surface of who I could become. It’s the hope I have for my life and for the lives of others around me. Running is the dream I never knew I could dream. It takes me beyond what I imagined for myself when my imagination doesn’t seem to want to work. Little 4’11 me qualify to run Boston? You betcha! What else?
And running is my reminder. It allows me to tap into the part of me I most recognize, that sometimes gets buried under piles of dresses I’be worn one too many times and crippling self-doubt. The part that is alive and full of excitement and enthusiasm for life.
It reminds me of little victories I’ve forgotten when I am my own worst critic, which is most of the time. When I forget what I am capable of, I run to remind myself: I’ve done it before, I can do it again. Every time I do something I think, truly think, I couldn’t do, it’s like my muscles send messages to my mind that I can go on, and farther.
I do it to outrun the thoughts – the negative thoughts that have thrived on uncertainty and internal questions over my abilities and skills that threaten to become the default setting in my life as a freelancer. I run to re-set my own heart beat, re-set my thoughts. I’ve gotten myself this far, with my legs and my heart – surely I can keep myself going. Because running is a clear sign when there are none for me to see.
It connects me to the Earth. It makes me remember I’m not alone. Truly. With each step I take, I make New York a little more like home, places become familiar, the faces too. Wherever my work takes me, I run. More often than not, carving out my own culturally-rooted route, knowing I am connected to footprints of those who have come before. Even as I travel and work alone.
On a run once, a friend told me running isn’t going to pat you on the back, and say, “good job, well done.” But the confidence it has given me to face the challenges of my life keeps me coming back for more. Even when it’s hard. Even though I struggle with it more than I don’t. Even though I am not a “traditional” runner and have been told I don’t look like a runner. (It’s my height, isn’t it? Too tall, I know, haha)
It seems so easy to remember, and yet, how easy to forget that breaking something down into the smallest of steps is the way to best get through it. And to best get through this life. Each time I make it through a run that’s particularly hard, I not only know this, but I feel it to be true. 
I know the route I’ve chosen is hard. Since discovering my love of running, I’ve started to make peace with the fact that pain and challenges are a given. Testimony doesn’t come without the test, and all that. Struggle, however, I’m learning, I can choose to forego. Just like with running, in life, I’ve gotten a little better at expecting hardship to pop up along the way, so now I tell it to lace up, we’re heading out. And just like running, living in New York is an oh-so rewarding experience. Just like running, I’ve done and seen things here I never thought I would ever do. Like watch Lady Gaga play the closing down party of the iconic Roseland Ballroom. Like listen to Hugh Jackman tell me what he learnt out of reading Nelson Mandela’s Long Walk to Freedom. Like stand next to couple hundred thousand other bodies as the NYE ball dropped in Times Square. Like be in the audience when Trevor Noah first appeared on The Daily Show.
So –
When the rent is due, I run.
When I don’t know how to answer a text, I run.
When I’m overwhelmed by all the things I want to do to make sure I live life to the fullest, I run.
When I don’t know how long I’ll be in New York for, I run.
Onward, I run.
“One belongs to New York instantly,  one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.”
– Tom Wolfe

Who you gonna call?
I’ve discovered that wearing my Ghostbusters jersey (or sweater, as Americans call it) and t-shirt are fast ways to getting people to smile at you. That, and shout out the phrase, “who you gonna call?”
This week’s episode of The Rundown is in honour of the original movie, and a throw-forward to the new one, starring Melissa McCarthy, Kristen Wiig, Leslie Jones and Kate McKinnon. I had actually been working on this route for a while – I thought of it last year and just didn’t have the time to put it together. Now that I’ve seen the new film and it’s being released this weekend, the time is right to bring it all together.

There’s been a lot of vitriol and negativity from certain corners of the Internet because the reboot exists with four women in roles once occupied by men. I’m not a huge fan of reboots, but I enjoyed this one – it was funny, I liked the homages it paid to the original and Kate McKinnon is a delight to behold on screen. Plus I’m excited for what the film will do for younger girls who go watch it and how excited it will make them to want to do cool things with their brains. This is one such article that articulates why it’s so important.
The original changed the game for its core creative team – director Ivan Reitman, Billy Murray, Dan Ackroyd and the late Harold Ramis. Over 30 years ago, when they were in their ’30s, it released, catapulting their brand of comedy into popular culture. I look forward to seeing more from McCarthy, Wiig, Jones and McKinnon (so much more from McKinnon!), and similarly, seeing them become more and more a part of pop culture.
Here is the route:

GhostbustersRoute

 

If you run in New York City, chances are you’ve run with Jessie Zapo. Back in the day, she ran with BridgeRunners, she co-founded Black Roses NYC, and leads runs through Brooklyn with Bkfast Club and Girls Run NYC. Originally from Ohio, Jessie and I met through Black Roses NYC, and Nike’s Montauk Project, which brought a handful of runners together for three weekends in August 2013. Jessie is a leader of the quiet, calm and effective kind, who’s support is invaluable when it comes to achieving any kind of running goal. She’s also an ace when it comes to creating the best holiday-themed cookies!
We went for a sunset run, on a very cold NYC Winter’s eve, and talked about how she began running, what’s kept her going, and why she believes the support of other runners can be so uplifting. Pour yourself a cuppa and join us on the run, through Dumbo and the oh-so-scenic Brooklyn Bridge Park.

Jessie will soon start up a therapy practice that brings running and art closer together, so do visit her site for more info on this, and, if you live in Brooklyn and feel like starting your morning off on the right foot (da-ta-ta), perhaps join in on a Bkfast Club run.
Find Jessie here and here.