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I knew I was in trouble when I found myself face down on a massage table in the Maldvives nearly a week into my honeymoon and I couldn’t silence the worries in my head. It was making me kind of nuts to be somewhere so beautiful, so tranquil, and with someone I love so much,…

It’s just another Monday night alone on the couch watching “The Bachelor.” That’s right: season eleven of ABC’s dating jaggernaut starring Brad Womack, the 34-year-old Austin, Texas-based self-made entrepreneur (aka bar owner), is winding down. And I’m watching it. I’d like to state for the record that, while I’m sure Deanna’s heartfelt “When I look…

I’m often asked why I run the New York City Marathon. Here’s my top ten. 10 – It’s There. Or, more succinctly, it’s right here! The Marathon route comes within four blocks of Abbi and my apartment. In fact, yesterday, as we barrelled towards Columbus Circle, I said to Abbi (in an attempt to galvanize…

It’s remarkable how out of shape one can feel just three days before a marathon. This was my statement to Abbigail as we began running this morning. My knees were sore (especially the one wrecked from last year’s freak slide accident). My hips were sore. I felt stiff and tired. Now, we planned the wedding…

“If it feels like I’m leaning on you to keep from passing out, I am.” I am standing beneath an ivy-covered trellis adjacent to the Inn at Brays Island. I am wearing a navy blue, two-button Versace suit; a pinpoint cotton, spread collar, French-cuffed Charles Tyrwhitt shirt; a navy, periwinkle and brown diagonally striped Luigi…

It’s a sad chapter, one about which we rarely speak. Chris, Tony, Ryan and I met in high school (Ryan was actually in seventh grade, but close enough). MTV was all about Skid Row, Mr. Mister and Mike & The Mechanics at the time, but we weren’t feelin’ it. One day after school, Chris and…