Be Well

I am a hedonist when it comes to fitness, food, art, and adventure in New York City, and the world. I work out and race because I love the feeling: power, endorphins, productive pain. I see movement as celebration and therapy, food as art and love, creativity as our most human impulse, and travel as a way of awakening and coming home to ourselves, to each other.

I seek out and create moments and practices that unite 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.