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"   This weekend athletes from far and wide came together on a brisk autumn day to participate in the annual New York City Marathon. Meanwhile downtown and away from all of the Gatorade and Nike sports bras I too was pushing my body to excruciating physical limits by training for a competitive eating contest. No, I have no plans to take on Sonya &amp;quot;Black Widow&amp;quot; Thomas to be the only woman to consume 38 hot dogs in 12 minutes but my uncontrollable hunger this weekend certainly would make me a worthy competitor. I am an emotional eater and an emotional dresser. After an unmentionable &amp;quot;snack&amp;quot; of pork buns at Momofuku Ssam bar in the East Village an hour before a three-course meal of foie gras terrine, steak tartare and cheese complete with wine pairing I crashed and the only fashion option the day after my Louis XIV style consumption was a Rick Owens sweater. A little dated Olson twins freshman year at NYU, my derelict-esque sweater is roomy enough to smuggle three dozen Momofuku pork buns into the office-which, disgustingly, in my presence would be gone in a New York minute.  "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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