Be Well

I am a hedonist when it comes to fitness, food, and my city. I work out because I love the feeling: power, endorphins, productive pain. I see movement as celebration and therapy, and food as art and love. New York City chants along generously to this kind of hedonism. There’s an energy on this island that unites body, mind, and spirit at a brilliant pulse. Here are some stories from that rhythm.

A Story Cracking Open

Its pre-released tune, Hunger of the Pine, promised the new alt-J record would work some dark magic. That track has been seducing my Peloton riders into gutsy, explosive climbs. I took the new record with me on a family getaway to the tip of Cape Cod that turned stormy: windswept runs at low tide, densely dark skies, coming to terms with the ways a terminally ill parent can upend a life’s plot. The record’s hope in narrative – whispered in looped lyric and sonic phrases, song titles, the arc of its mood – was a refuge not from, but of, strangeness. Violence, interruptions, cacophonies extended long enough to be pulled taut into playful resolution.

If you need to be ruthlessly romanced on the edge of a wild Atlantic, if nothing seems a given, then, This is All Yours.