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 Road to Whistler

Because it's been calling for me. Because I'm interested in edges. Because it's the steepest. Because I have a thing for Vancouver. Because it scares me. Because it requires everything. Ironman Canada, in T-26 weeks. Let's make it a long, hot, sweaty date. Counting down.