So like many, I spent this morning on the riverside promenade watching people run or walk past burning off those winter muffins and mocha lattes. I consider this my low-impact visual aerobics workout. At the same time I find myself searching for some motivational inspiration to get off of my fat ass and drop some poundage as well. Instead, all bets are off and it is all about talking smack about those who are making the effort.

I think this is a generational thing. Days spent in the mall as a teen scoping out people as they walk past, you know, the Siskel and Eibert sitting outside of the cookie shack. For now, as I bask in the sun gazing across the Hudson, I'm happy being the Simon Cowell of the promenade.

Good day New York!