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Running In Heels

By the title, one might think this could be about the new reality series called just that, “Running In Heels,” but it’s not. It’s about running in heels from Times Square to the Financial District in New York City. It sounds horrible and painful. Well, it is. But not the way you’d assume.

I toured Marie Claire Magazine and Good Housekeeping Magazine this morning in Midtown Manhattan’s Hearst Tower, so naturally, I was in heels. Now, they weren’t stilettos or wedges, which seem to tear your feet up more than the kitten heels I was wearing, but still… heels. Our group had gotten out a little late from our dream tour of the Marie Claire fashion room, where outfits are put together for models and cover celebrities, our amazing meeting with the executive editor, Anne Fulenwider, and editor-at-large, Abigail Pesta, and our almost physical run-in with Project Runway co-judge and Fashion Director at Marie Claire, Nina Garcia.

After exchanging my business card with the two editors, I departed onto one of at least 12 elevators in the Hearst Tower to text Desire’e and failed to find my Droid cell phone. My mind quickly recovered from the heavenly, cloud-lifted feeling it had within those glass doors of journalism and realized being in NYC with no phone isn’t safe. I had 40 minutes to get back to Palladium (14th Street) from Hearst (57th Street) and down to the Woolworth Building (Barclay Street) in the Financial District. Running in heels began.

After jumping on the W train to Palladium, I exited the wrong subway stairway, which was further away. I scanned my Palladium card to get into the building and hit the elevator button with five minutes to go. Needless to say, I was going to be late. (This is definitely not an Iowa small town, just so we’re on the same page.) A couple other students were with me too. I grabbed the still-plugged-in Droid and slopped together a PB sandwich and banana and whipped down the hallway, down the elevator and out past the revolving doors. The subway glides through and I’m finally on my way to the first seminar with InStyle‘s editorial operations director, Lavinel Savu, on the print magazine business model. I reach my reserved seat (thanks to Desire’e) 15 minutes tardy. It’s shameful to enter late, but we gracefully entered through the back entrance, where barely anyone glanced up.

Back to the running in heels not being so horrible…

I was running from Times Square to the Financial District of New York City. It was a beautiful, rushed blur of cement, glass, and gothic skyscrapers, suited and skirted business people, a few tourists with their “I ❤ N.Y.” t-shirts, and loud car horns, subway tracks, and venders, pedaling their hotdogs and flyers. It wasn’t a cornfield or short buildings with clear sidewalks displaying no personality or sweat panted people slumping over; it was a view. I was running in heels with a view. Being hurried used to be horrible; it used to be dreaded; it used to be painful. Here, it’s not. (Although, I’d much rather be on time.)


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