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I had the most beautiful dream last night. Still, it scared me just a little bit. I lived in Telluride, CO, a tiny mining-turned-resort town tucked nearly 9000 feet into a tiny corner of the San Juan range, during the summer between my junior and senior years in college. At 9078 feet, the Telluride Regional…

It’s one o’clock in the morning. Producer Guy Benny and I are toiling on my forthcoming EP, “The Rivington Sessions,” when I turn to him and say, “At least let me buy you dinner.” “Nah, I’m fine, thanks,” Guy says. “I think there’s a Pepsi in the fridge.” It was that kind of night. Guy…

Something about the quality of light tonight reminded me of summers in Oak Park. Dusk is deceptive. Everything turns deep blue. Shadows and light blend into one. Depth fades. We scramble through backyards blindly, illuminated solely by the flicker of fireflies, and surrounded by the sound of children’s laughter. Oak Park, Illinois, the first suburb…

I shook myself from sleep at 5:42 this morning. I was dreaming about airplanes. Well, not exactly. Not solely. I never made it to the airplane. I was dreaming about airports. It was a two-parter. In the first scene, I am hurrying to some regional airport — say, Syracuse — for a ten o’clock flight.…

I am strong enough, but I am not strong. I’ve long advocated that mental fortitude can carry one any distance: a marathon, triathlon, whatever. And for the last six or seven years, that’s proven true. Yes, I run and ride perodically, every few days even. But do I train? Not a ton. Not really. I…

How do I prepare for a morning of swimming, riding, and running? I eat, drink, and sleep. And then do it again. Tomorrow morning is my fifth New York City Triathlon. Used to be, I spent weeks preparing. I’d do laps at lunch, ride out to Jersey on weekends. Not so of late. I squeeze…