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.

Rebel Hope

On a long training run on the back roads of Portugal, I rounded a corner and saw a perfectly-squared grove of eucalyptus trees growing on a hillside. Took my breath away. A path straight through the grove had been cut out, and when I wandered in I felt led to share this spontaneous meditation on how the possibilities of life and beauty we haven't yet imagined can crash into the impossible circumstances of our lives. Here's to rebellious hope.