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.

Ironman Mallorca

Dreamed of it at 15. Didn't have enough grit at 25. Because Ironman takes more stories, will, scar tissue than speed. So, now. Because it's never too late to be what you might have been. Because forget timelines. Because all the magic is in revision. #140point6 miles. Bib #589All heart. All in. On my way.