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.

Stolen Exhale

On a busy street in Tribeca, candlelit lanterns line the sidewalk leading to a glass doorway that invites you to step out of time. Inside, rough wood and stone lit by a thousand candles suggest you begin to shed civilizing layers, get down to skin and breath. Aire Ancient Baths is a nouveau Greco-Roman bathhouse: a sequence of pools, steam rooms, saunas, and yoga and massage sense riots. It might be heaven. Especially two weeks out from an Ironman training taper.  Ancient body wisdom. New York-style. You're welcome.