60 Minutes.
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One of the biggest adjustments I’ve made since moving to Colorado is figuring out how to pass the lunch hour. In New York City, where my ten year career spanned most of lower Manhattan (Chinatown, the West Village, and Chelsea), the sixty minutes often entailed window shopping, new restaurants, and meeting friends who worked within walking distance. In Denver, where eateries are limited and play dates typically require a vehicle, I find myself doing the one thing I avoided most on the east coast: exercise. The compromise is bittersweet, and I don’t mean the dark chocolate I used to dabble with on Bleeker Street and 3rd Avenue. Enjoy!
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