When I lived in NYC, I legit lost 8 pounds just walking everywhere. I had a membership to Equinox but I really only used it for rare 15-minute sessions on the stairclimber and to weigh myself on the scale in the locker room. What? Using the same scale every time is very important to me. Plus, I got a workout just walking there and back. Win-win.

But the real test was the 30-minute walks across town in 5-inch heels. Every single night. It started in the fall when the weather was (briefly) perfect but then I became obsessed with reaching all of my destinations on foot. I knew that in order to meet friends for drinks at The Spotted Pig at 9pm, I had to give myself exactly 13 minutes. Brunch on the Upper East Side? I laced up my sneakers for the 60 block trek. Cabs were reserved for those nights when I was just too exhausted – or drunk – to make it home by foot.

So when I moved to Las Vegas, I was terrified about losing my routine. First of all, everyone drives. Sometimes from one hotel to the one next door. Second, The Strip isn’t exactly the most ideal place to take a stroll – I mean, the slowest walking tourists EVER! – and the scenery (or lack thereof) doesn’t quite compare to the tree-lined streets of the West Village. Adult entertainment stores and desolate back alleys don’t exactly give me that fuzzy feeling.

But I was on a mission to maintain some semblance of one of the things that made me happiest in NYC. So I figured out a way to walk from my apartment to the hotels (over a very shady and possibly dangerous bridge) and vowed to use the lesser-known back entrances and pathways to hop between properties. Sure, it’s not the same – walking through a smokey casino isn’t ideal. But, just like in NYC, cabs have been used only for special occasions and I think I’ve finally figured out how to tackle this city on foot.