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.

The Secret's Out

I'm in a new relationship. It's a love-hate situation, really. And it's with a machine. A Megaformer, to be exact, but I just call it the rack, in a whisper, the way kids say the names of monsters. Ropes, straps, pulleys, leather—part torture device, part lusty menace. This is strength training that hurts just right. It's my frenemy. My frenemy with benefits. And starting this week, I'll be cracking the whip at SLT Flatiron every Monday night. The game plan is mine, but you can pick your poison: 7:30 or 8:30. Be there.