Running Through grief, one step at a time.

There’s something inside of me right now that feels like it’s tearing me apart. I don’t know if it’s the season, if it’s the flu that knocked me out last weekend, or if it’s just the weight of trying to chase a goal I

The Setup Mid-September. Two weeks in. Halfway through the month, halfway through the madness I signed myself up for: 250 kilometers in 30 days. When I set that goal, I pictured the grind. Heavy legs. Shin splints. Maybe a few blisters I’d complain about later. What I didn’t

I’m sitting here at work after another night of broken, useless sleep. The kind of night where you close your eyes, but your mind won’t shut off. Where the weight of your body presses against the mattress, but you never truly rest. By morning, you’re not recharged

Where do I even start with this one? The beginning never feels like the beginning anymore—it’s just another checkpoint, another reminder that this journey is about miles, not moments. And yet, here I am, six days into September, staring down this insane goal of 250 kilometers in a

Some days, life throws you something unexpected. Not the bad kind—no flat tires, no missed deadlines, no forgotten lunch. I’m talking about those weird, wonderful curveballs that just make you stop and go, “Well, that was something.” This week, mine came in the form of a motorcycle. The

We survived. That’s the headline. Four humans, one vehicle, nine hours one way, and a hotel room the size of a large closet. If that’s not a test of family durability, I don’t know what is. And you know what? It actually wasn’t that bad on

Vacation officially starts tomorrow. At least, that’s what the calendar says. My brain hasn’t quite caught up yet. I’ve got a few last things to finish for work—because of course I do—and then it’s road trip time. Montreal, here we come. Now, this isn’

It was one of those weekends that didn’t know what it wanted to be. Half party, half project, half therapy session—yeah, I know that’s three halves, but that’s about how it felt. Golfing for a Cause (and for the Laughs) We kicked things off with a

Mental Miles – Episode 11 Chains, Cousins, and Chasing Boston This weekend was a bit of a throwback for me—a cousins’ weekend. There’s four of us who have been thick as thieves since we were kids: Raymond (the oldest and the unofficial ringleader), me, Crystal, and Melissa. We grew

It’s been a while. Not in the “I forgot about this” kind of way. Not even in the “I’ve been too busy to write” sense—although that’s partly true. It’s been a while because I didn’t know how to say what I’ve been feeling.

What a day. I don’t want to say it was terrible—because that doesn’t quite hit right—but it was definitely shit. One of those days that doesn't test your patience; it tests your purpose. It started with Ethan. Solid guy. Dependable. Gives me everything he’

This week? It had everything. Sweat. Tools. Teenager panic. Lawn mowers. Secret tech deals. Oh — and a full-blown existential crisis under the summer sun. Let’s start with the basics: the bathroom reno is still going. And yes, I still love my wife. But I’d be lying if I

Let’s talk about what happens when you reach that point where the engine’s still running, but you’re running on fumes. When the list of things to do is so long it becomes a personality trait. When you catch yourself saying “I’m fine” out loud while Googling

Father’s Day always hits differently. It’s supposed to be a celebration—a day of reflection and recognition. But for me, it always lands somewhere between tension and silence. It's not that I hate it. It’s just complicated. The morning started early. Too early, maybe. I

Where do I even begin? Let’s start with the shoes. Today, I woke up and decided—no more basics. No more budget-conscious, play-it-safe versions of myself. I walked into that store and didn’t think about price for the first time in a long time. I saw what I

Ever wonder if you could hit reset? Not on your phone or your car. On you. Your thoughts. Your reactions. Your patterns. Like, wipe the slate and meet yourself for the first time — without the baggage. Without the bullshit. Just the raw version of who you were meant to be.

I came home early from the job site today. The sun was out, rare for June in New Brunswick lately, and I thought maybe—just maybe—I’d get a second to breathe. Clear my head. But the second I step inside, I hear a knock on the door. Not

Lately, my days have started to slow down. After two solid months of pushing—getting the building to occupancy, finishing the base building, completing the full fourth floor fit-up—I finally hit a milestone. It was a relentless grind. The kind of work that drains everything out of you—physically,

There’s something about running that allows me to finally exhale — not just physically, but emotionally. It’s like a pressure valve releases. My mind, usually cluttered with anxious thoughts, finds space. And for a little while, everything feels lighter. Tonight’s run was 6.36 km at an average