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.

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.