Keeping their shoulders level, knees bent, swiftly taking off, zooming down the mountain or across the field while either snow, ice or another player blocks their sight, they maneuver around, sweat trickling down their faces, muscles flexed, and finally through the finish line.
That might not sound like the same people you see around Union Square with their Apple computer propped open, dodging yet another error message on the coding program or answering calls, yelling at employees, rushing out the door to a meeting. But Silicon Alley, a world more closely-associated with palefaces who spend most of their days in front of a screen, has its fair share of jocks. Just in time for the Olympics, we caught up with three of them in action. Read More