Health

Book your post-race massage now. Think you could use a Porta-Potty pre-race? Just do it.

A Midtown beauty boutique has a surprising island connection—and the world’s only stock of Aruba Aloe outside of its native country.

When you pair the first lady and a celebrity cat, the result is, in the parlance of Web gurus, click-bait. Or, if you prefer, click-catnip.

The creator of DharmaTees on her yoga-inspired line.

This spot makes the most of its location in the historic Circle Tower building.

Lunges around the 200m track? Fine. Holding hands with someone? Side-eye.

“Kids and their parents are thinking they’re the next football star or the next Venus Williams or Tiger Woods, so they play the same sport year-round, and they don’t get rest.”

Try this if you have a very understanding partner.

The result: Baby-soft limbs and a mani that should last two weeks.

Every 13-year-old girl’s fantasyland, with hot-pink fuzzy rugs, cheeky signs, and orb chandeliers

The complimentary (blissful) scalp massage led to a Bride of Frankenstein moment.

With a fleet of flatscreen TVs, this spot puts the “man” in manicure.

Get right with the idea of having your face stroked for an hour. This isn’t as easy as it sounds.

It’s hard to tell if the body wrap actually lived up to its detoxifying claims, but I certainly felt—and looked—healthier.

Everything—even a small Aveda shop—is positioned around a pool that’s under a peaked glass greenhouse ceiling.