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 Wonderland

I’m just back from a training intensive in the Dolomites, an otherworldly mountain range at the northeast tip of Italy. Also known as Ironman Wonderland, if, like this girl, your facing the steep ascents of Whistler’s Ironman Canada in T-4 weeks. Days of 15% grade climbs, long swims, and cliff top runs interrupted by nothing but thunderstorms have a way of distilling focus, wiping the slate clean. I’m a big believer in the power of retreat. Or, rather, advance. As well as in Barolo, speck, and gorgonzola. So things worked out. And don’t be surprised if you find an invitation to next year’s Sellaronda. Wonderland indeed.