Since I’m not equipped to quantum leap into the tropical Caribbean warmth, nor will I shell out the dough for a pricey health club, I turn elsewhere for warmth on days like today, with the temperature in the teens and an icy wind ready to whip at your eyeballs and

Normally, I hate sweating. So I was surprised that I love shvitzing. It turns out, sweating is great when you’re mostly naked in a sauna that smells like sandalwood and oak and there’s a bucket of cold water to dump on your head. It’s not like a gross summer sweat