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Grilled Dweez- Chapter 12 ❤️‍🔥…. Seven days later

What makes running 100 miles bearable?
The proper fueling, the drive, good pacing, adequate training, but most importantly it’s the company. You can call me crazy, insane, or a lunatic. I was honestly beyond overjoyed at the opportunity of helping pace, and support one of my beloved friends at completing her first 100 mile race. Running through the entirety of LA county. We witnessed the city transform at dawn, to dusk, to the moonlit sky, and to the rising sun of a new day. Twenty-seven hours of memorable moments that I will never forget. Congratulations @alehamburger! I’m proud of you for pushing yourself through the pain.

Thank you to everyone who came out to offer their generous aid, and support to make sure we made it through to the end. You are appreciated!

I watched Looper today and thought I looked like Bruce Willis. I can't believe I actually took a picture of myself, it's embarrassing. I rarely take pictures. #BaldLikeBruceWillis #IMissMyHair #IGotGuts #SisterRubsMyHeadForGoodLuck #JustLikeBuddah

I have been hesitant posting about my race, but not from disappointment. It’s regarding something far more important to me than finishing a 100 mile race.

My legs, and lungs were both performing amazing during the race. They were working so well that I was actually going to finish under 22 hours which was my original goal time instead of 24.

Suddenly an obstacle presented itself after reaching the third aid station. It was non-stop bowel movements aka diarrhea. So much time had been wasted away pooping at every porta potty that I passed. There were four times that I had to relieve myself in the forest, which fortunately I was carrying wipes.

It came to a point where all the running, and wiping caused severe chafing that even blood presented itself. The downhills aggravated the situation by causing small amounts of leakage that gave me a terrible burning/painful sensation that would stop me at my tracks.

However, I was not dropping out unless I was severely bleeding out, or my bones snapped in half.

Knowing that my friend Alejandra went through a 7 hour commute to come out to support, and pace me is what kept me pushing through the uncomfortableness.

Did crossing the finish line make me happy? I guess it somewhat did, but not quite. It is what happened right after finishing that I honestly consider one of the happiest moments in my life. It was a precious moment that lasted five seconds where I felt so much love, joy, and absolute proudness coming from a person who is not direct family, nor someone who I’ve know for many years. Unfortunately, not every wonderful moment in life is captured on camera. Treasure those moments in your heart, and your memories because they are real.

We live our lives through the bonds with build with individuals. One genuine good friend who would go out of the way, and be overwhelming happy for you is enough to prove you have lived a good life. That’s what I believe.

People wonder why I do the things I do for others. You must fully understand what it truly means to be grateful to think the way I do. We must practice gratefulness.

📸: @alehamburger

I have been hesitant posting about my race, but not from disappointment. It’s regarding something far more important to me than finishing a 100 mile race.

My legs, and lungs were both performing amazing during the race. They were working so well that I was actually going to finish under 22 hours which was my original goal time instead of 24.

Suddenly an obstacle presented itself after reaching the third aid station. It was non-stop bowel movements aka diarrhea. So much time had been wasted away pooping at every porta potty that I passed. There were four times that I had to relieve myself in the forest, which fortunately I was carrying wipes.

It came to a point where all the running, and wiping caused severe chafing that even blood presented itself. The downhills aggravated the situation by causing small amounts of leakage that gave me a terrible burning/painful sensation that would stop me at my tracks.

However, I was not dropping out unless I was severely bleeding out, or my bones snapped in half.

Knowing that my friend Alejandra went through a 7 hour commute to come out to support, and pace me is what kept me pushing through the uncomfortableness.

Did crossing the finish line make me happy? I guess it somewhat did, but not quite. It is what happened right after finishing that I honestly consider one of the happiest moments in my life. It was a precious moment that lasted five seconds where I felt so much love, joy, and absolute proudness coming from a person who is not direct family, nor someone who I’ve know for many years. Unfortunately, not every wonderful moment in life is captured on camera. Treasure those moments in your heart, and your memories because they are real.

We live our lives through the bonds with build with individuals. One genuine good friend who would go out of the way, and be overwhelming happy for you is enough to prove you have lived a good life. That’s what I believe.

People wonder why I do the things I do for others. You must fully understand what it truly means to be grateful to think the way I do. We must practice gratefulness.

📸: @alehamburger

I have been hesitant posting about my race, but not from disappointment. It’s regarding something far more important to me than finishing a 100 mile race.

My legs, and lungs were both performing amazing during the race. They were working so well that I was actually going to finish under 22 hours which was my original goal time instead of 24.

Suddenly an obstacle presented itself after reaching the third aid station. It was non-stop bowel movements aka diarrhea. So much time had been wasted away pooping at every porta potty that I passed. There were four times that I had to relieve myself in the forest, which fortunately I was carrying wipes.

It came to a point where all the running, and wiping caused severe chafing that even blood presented itself. The downhills aggravated the situation by causing small amounts of leakage that gave me a terrible burning/painful sensation that would stop me at my tracks.

However, I was not dropping out unless I was severely bleeding out, or my bones snapped in half.

Knowing that my friend Alejandra went through a 7 hour commute to come out to support, and pace me is what kept me pushing through the uncomfortableness.

Did crossing the finish line make me happy? I guess it somewhat did, but not quite. It is what happened right after finishing that I honestly consider one of the happiest moments in my life. It was a precious moment that lasted five seconds where I felt so much love, joy, and absolute proudness coming from a person who is not direct family, nor someone who I’ve know for many years. Unfortunately, not every wonderful moment in life is captured on camera. Treasure those moments in your heart, and your memories because they are real.

We live our lives through the bonds with build with individuals. One genuine good friend who would go out of the way, and be overwhelming happy for you is enough to prove you have lived a good life. That’s what I believe.

People wonder why I do the things I do for others. You must fully understand what it truly means to be grateful to think the way I do. We must practice gratefulness.

📸: @alehamburger

I have been hesitant posting about my race, but not from disappointment. It’s regarding something far more important to me than finishing a 100 mile race.

My legs, and lungs were both performing amazing during the race. They were working so well that I was actually going to finish under 22 hours which was my original goal time instead of 24.

Suddenly an obstacle presented itself after reaching the third aid station. It was non-stop bowel movements aka diarrhea. So much time had been wasted away pooping at every porta potty that I passed. There were four times that I had to relieve myself in the forest, which fortunately I was carrying wipes.

It came to a point where all the running, and wiping caused severe chafing that even blood presented itself. The downhills aggravated the situation by causing small amounts of leakage that gave me a terrible burning/painful sensation that would stop me at my tracks.

However, I was not dropping out unless I was severely bleeding out, or my bones snapped in half.

Knowing that my friend Alejandra went through a 7 hour commute to come out to support, and pace me is what kept me pushing through the uncomfortableness.

Did crossing the finish line make me happy? I guess it somewhat did, but not quite. It is what happened right after finishing that I honestly consider one of the happiest moments in my life. It was a precious moment that lasted five seconds where I felt so much love, joy, and absolute proudness coming from a person who is not direct family, nor someone who I’ve know for many years. Unfortunately, not every wonderful moment in life is captured on camera. Treasure those moments in your heart, and your memories because they are real.

We live our lives through the bonds with build with individuals. One genuine good friend who would go out of the way, and be overwhelming happy for you is enough to prove you have lived a good life. That’s what I believe.

People wonder why I do the things I do for others. You must fully understand what it truly means to be grateful to think the way I do. We must practice gratefulness.

📸: @alehamburger

Crew/Driver UPDATE! -

@_itsjesus will be taking over the crewing/driving for the first 25 days on my Run Across America. Man I can’t thank him enough for jumping in on such a short notice. I was stressed out yesterday after I found out I lost my only crew member helping me. This now gives me more time to coordinate and find a second person to take over for that second half of the stretch starting around May 6th which will be in the state of Kansas.

Thank you all for helping out yesterday by sharing my post. I’ll continue to keep you guys updated and posted. We are heading out to New York City next week to finally start this 3,000 mile run across America from NYC to Los Angeles, California.

Crew/Driver UPDATE! -

@_itsjesus will be taking over the crewing/driving for the first 25 days on my Run Across America. Man I can’t thank him enough for jumping in on such a short notice. I was stressed out yesterday after I found out I lost my only crew member helping me. This now gives me more time to coordinate and find a second person to take over for that second half of the stretch starting around May 6th which will be in the state of Kansas.

Thank you all for helping out yesterday by sharing my post. I’ll continue to keep you guys updated and posted. We are heading out to New York City next week to finally start this 3,000 mile run across America from NYC to Los Angeles, California.

After-run calorie consumption at @basecampdinette

After-run calorie consumption at @basecampdinette

Mt. Baden-Powell Sunrise Hike

The summit on September 14, 2018 at 6:34am.

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I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.- Stephen G.

I flew out to CIM expecting a terrible experience, both emotionally and physically with the race outcome.

However, a single act of kindness from a stranger,
light enough to seem so small, yet it lifted my mind and heart past bone and muscle. With my inner spirit fully elated, my voice and energy became contagious.

*Two minutes left. Better take my jacket off. I should place it on the rail. Runner 5629 is standing next to it & looking at me.*

Me- “Can you believe I got this fancy, thick jacket at Goodwill for $7?”

5629 (wearing the free, paper-thin jacket from CIM 2019)- “Damn! That’s a good deal.”

Me- “My name is Jesus. I’m from LA. What’s your name?”

5629- “I’m Melanie from Wyoming,”

Me- “What are you aiming for?”

Mel- “I’m fine with anything under 2:50 since my PR is 2:52. And you?”

Me- “I’m also aiming for sub-2:50! Originally, I was aiming for sub-2:45 this year, but my depression was so severe that I only got 3-full weeks of training before the race”

Mel- “I’m sorry to hear that”

Me- “Do you mind if we run together and aim for sub-2:50 side by side? I doubt I’ll get it, but it would be nice to share some miles”

With a bright, soft, energetic smile, Mel- “YEAH! Let’s do it!”

Mile 1, I was introducing her to all my friends as they passed me. Around the same time, she introduced me to her friend 5504 (Grace). We picked up a few more runners along the way and kept a solid pack
We ran together for 22 miles. I was smiling the entire time, filled with so much joyful energy that I was constantly yelling things like, “I’m loving it” and “It’s a beautiful day”

Mile 18, runner 9396 (Emily) hands were so cold she couldn’t open her own gel and asked if we could open it for her

Mile 20, Grace said, “We’re gonna do it guys! We’re gonna sub 2:50!”

Mile 21, runner 6579 (Amy) was pacing right behind me and Mel, who never spoke a single word and all of a sudden said out loud, “It’s a beautiful day!” That made me so happy

Comments➡️

“The irony of a sad smile is that it says so much without uttering a single word.”

Last Wednesday, my mother made the painful decision to self-deport back to Mexico—not by choice, but out of fear. Fear that stalks millions of immigrants every day. Fear of being ripped from your family while at work, buying groceries, or just stepping outside. Living under that constant threat is not living—it’s surviving in the shadows.

Her decision came right after we got the news that my younger brother’s Stage 4 Hodgkin Lymphoma cancer had been completely eradicated. We should have been celebrating. Instead, we were getting ready to say goodbye.

She fought back tears as her heart shattered while I hugged her goodbye. She knows she may never attend our weddings, never take care of future grandkids, never share in our triumphs, or be there when one of us gets sick again. I wanted to cry too, but the antidepressants I’ve taking the last few months wouldn’t let me.

My mother spent 37 years building a life here. She paid taxes, raised five children, and never broke the law—not even a traffic violation. She endured three of us falling seriously ill—myself included—without ever once thinking of giving up.

Twenty-five years ago, my parents were conned by a fake immigration lawyer. They paid him over $23k- earned from grueling hours sewing in sweatshops by day and delivering newspapers by night. We kids helped too, especially with the newspaper route—always excited for fresh donuts at dawn after we finished. Despite being scammed, they kept fighting, seeking new legal help, sacrificing even more money to become citizens.

If I’ve ever helped you—it’s because of her. Thank her! She made it possible. When I was denied cancer treatment for lack of insurance, she didn’t give up. She found a prison hospital where I finally received care. That’s where I was cured and lived. I am her legacy. I am the son of an immigrant.

What’s currently happening in this country may not affect everyone personally, but it should matter. My hope is that by sharing this, someone out there will listen, understand, and feel compassion for those who are suffering quietly in the shadows.

“The irony of a sad smile is that it says so much without uttering a single word.”

Last Wednesday, my mother made the painful decision to self-deport back to Mexico—not by choice, but out of fear. Fear that stalks millions of immigrants every day. Fear of being ripped from your family while at work, buying groceries, or just stepping outside. Living under that constant threat is not living—it’s surviving in the shadows.

Her decision came right after we got the news that my younger brother’s Stage 4 Hodgkin Lymphoma cancer had been completely eradicated. We should have been celebrating. Instead, we were getting ready to say goodbye.

She fought back tears as her heart shattered while I hugged her goodbye. She knows she may never attend our weddings, never take care of future grandkids, never share in our triumphs, or be there when one of us gets sick again. I wanted to cry too, but the antidepressants I’ve taking the last few months wouldn’t let me.

My mother spent 37 years building a life here. She paid taxes, raised five children, and never broke the law—not even a traffic violation. She endured three of us falling seriously ill—myself included—without ever once thinking of giving up.

Twenty-five years ago, my parents were conned by a fake immigration lawyer. They paid him over $23k- earned from grueling hours sewing in sweatshops by day and delivering newspapers by night. We kids helped too, especially with the newspaper route—always excited for fresh donuts at dawn after we finished. Despite being scammed, they kept fighting, seeking new legal help, sacrificing even more money to become citizens.

If I’ve ever helped you—it’s because of her. Thank her! She made it possible. When I was denied cancer treatment for lack of insurance, she didn’t give up. She found a prison hospital where I finally received care. That’s where I was cured and lived. I am her legacy. I am the son of an immigrant.

What’s currently happening in this country may not affect everyone personally, but it should matter. My hope is that by sharing this, someone out there will listen, understand, and feel compassion for those who are suffering quietly in the shadows.

“The irony of a sad smile is that it says so much without uttering a single word.”

Last Wednesday, my mother made the painful decision to self-deport back to Mexico—not by choice, but out of fear. Fear that stalks millions of immigrants every day. Fear of being ripped from your family while at work, buying groceries, or just stepping outside. Living under that constant threat is not living—it’s surviving in the shadows.

Her decision came right after we got the news that my younger brother’s Stage 4 Hodgkin Lymphoma cancer had been completely eradicated. We should have been celebrating. Instead, we were getting ready to say goodbye.

She fought back tears as her heart shattered while I hugged her goodbye. She knows she may never attend our weddings, never take care of future grandkids, never share in our triumphs, or be there when one of us gets sick again. I wanted to cry too, but the antidepressants I’ve taking the last few months wouldn’t let me.

My mother spent 37 years building a life here. She paid taxes, raised five children, and never broke the law—not even a traffic violation. She endured three of us falling seriously ill—myself included—without ever once thinking of giving up.

Twenty-five years ago, my parents were conned by a fake immigration lawyer. They paid him over $23k- earned from grueling hours sewing in sweatshops by day and delivering newspapers by night. We kids helped too, especially with the newspaper route—always excited for fresh donuts at dawn after we finished. Despite being scammed, they kept fighting, seeking new legal help, sacrificing even more money to become citizens.

If I’ve ever helped you—it’s because of her. Thank her! She made it possible. When I was denied cancer treatment for lack of insurance, she didn’t give up. She found a prison hospital where I finally received care. That’s where I was cured and lived. I am her legacy. I am the son of an immigrant.

What’s currently happening in this country may not affect everyone personally, but it should matter. My hope is that by sharing this, someone out there will listen, understand, and feel compassion for those who are suffering quietly in the shadows.

“The irony of a sad smile is that it says so much without uttering a single word.”

Last Wednesday, my mother made the painful decision to self-deport back to Mexico—not by choice, but out of fear. Fear that stalks millions of immigrants every day. Fear of being ripped from your family while at work, buying groceries, or just stepping outside. Living under that constant threat is not living—it’s surviving in the shadows.

Her decision came right after we got the news that my younger brother’s Stage 4 Hodgkin Lymphoma cancer had been completely eradicated. We should have been celebrating. Instead, we were getting ready to say goodbye.

She fought back tears as her heart shattered while I hugged her goodbye. She knows she may never attend our weddings, never take care of future grandkids, never share in our triumphs, or be there when one of us gets sick again. I wanted to cry too, but the antidepressants I’ve taking the last few months wouldn’t let me.

My mother spent 37 years building a life here. She paid taxes, raised five children, and never broke the law—not even a traffic violation. She endured three of us falling seriously ill—myself included—without ever once thinking of giving up.

Twenty-five years ago, my parents were conned by a fake immigration lawyer. They paid him over $23k- earned from grueling hours sewing in sweatshops by day and delivering newspapers by night. We kids helped too, especially with the newspaper route—always excited for fresh donuts at dawn after we finished. Despite being scammed, they kept fighting, seeking new legal help, sacrificing even more money to become citizens.

If I’ve ever helped you—it’s because of her. Thank her! She made it possible. When I was denied cancer treatment for lack of insurance, she didn’t give up. She found a prison hospital where I finally received care. That’s where I was cured and lived. I am her legacy. I am the son of an immigrant.

What’s currently happening in this country may not affect everyone personally, but it should matter. My hope is that by sharing this, someone out there will listen, understand, and feel compassion for those who are suffering quietly in the shadows.

“The irony of a sad smile is that it says so much without uttering a single word.”

Last Wednesday, my mother made the painful decision to self-deport back to Mexico—not by choice, but out of fear. Fear that stalks millions of immigrants every day. Fear of being ripped from your family while at work, buying groceries, or just stepping outside. Living under that constant threat is not living—it’s surviving in the shadows.

Her decision came right after we got the news that my younger brother’s Stage 4 Hodgkin Lymphoma cancer had been completely eradicated. We should have been celebrating. Instead, we were getting ready to say goodbye.

She fought back tears as her heart shattered while I hugged her goodbye. She knows she may never attend our weddings, never take care of future grandkids, never share in our triumphs, or be there when one of us gets sick again. I wanted to cry too, but the antidepressants I’ve taking the last few months wouldn’t let me.

My mother spent 37 years building a life here. She paid taxes, raised five children, and never broke the law—not even a traffic violation. She endured three of us falling seriously ill—myself included—without ever once thinking of giving up.

Twenty-five years ago, my parents were conned by a fake immigration lawyer. They paid him over $23k- earned from grueling hours sewing in sweatshops by day and delivering newspapers by night. We kids helped too, especially with the newspaper route—always excited for fresh donuts at dawn after we finished. Despite being scammed, they kept fighting, seeking new legal help, sacrificing even more money to become citizens.

If I’ve ever helped you—it’s because of her. Thank her! She made it possible. When I was denied cancer treatment for lack of insurance, she didn’t give up. She found a prison hospital where I finally received care. That’s where I was cured and lived. I am her legacy. I am the son of an immigrant.

What’s currently happening in this country may not affect everyone personally, but it should matter. My hope is that by sharing this, someone out there will listen, understand, and feel compassion for those who are suffering quietly in the shadows.

“The irony of a sad smile is that it says so much without uttering a single word.”

Last Wednesday, my mother made the painful decision to self-deport back to Mexico—not by choice, but out of fear. Fear that stalks millions of immigrants every day. Fear of being ripped from your family while at work, buying groceries, or just stepping outside. Living under that constant threat is not living—it’s surviving in the shadows.

Her decision came right after we got the news that my younger brother’s Stage 4 Hodgkin Lymphoma cancer had been completely eradicated. We should have been celebrating. Instead, we were getting ready to say goodbye.

She fought back tears as her heart shattered while I hugged her goodbye. She knows she may never attend our weddings, never take care of future grandkids, never share in our triumphs, or be there when one of us gets sick again. I wanted to cry too, but the antidepressants I’ve taking the last few months wouldn’t let me.

My mother spent 37 years building a life here. She paid taxes, raised five children, and never broke the law—not even a traffic violation. She endured three of us falling seriously ill—myself included—without ever once thinking of giving up.

Twenty-five years ago, my parents were conned by a fake immigration lawyer. They paid him over $23k- earned from grueling hours sewing in sweatshops by day and delivering newspapers by night. We kids helped too, especially with the newspaper route—always excited for fresh donuts at dawn after we finished. Despite being scammed, they kept fighting, seeking new legal help, sacrificing even more money to become citizens.

If I’ve ever helped you—it’s because of her. Thank her! She made it possible. When I was denied cancer treatment for lack of insurance, she didn’t give up. She found a prison hospital where I finally received care. That’s where I was cured and lived. I am her legacy. I am the son of an immigrant.

What’s currently happening in this country may not affect everyone personally, but it should matter. My hope is that by sharing this, someone out there will listen, understand, and feel compassion for those who are suffering quietly in the shadows.

“The irony of a sad smile is that it says so much without uttering a single word.”

Last Wednesday, my mother made the painful decision to self-deport back to Mexico—not by choice, but out of fear. Fear that stalks millions of immigrants every day. Fear of being ripped from your family while at work, buying groceries, or just stepping outside. Living under that constant threat is not living—it’s surviving in the shadows.

Her decision came right after we got the news that my younger brother’s Stage 4 Hodgkin Lymphoma cancer had been completely eradicated. We should have been celebrating. Instead, we were getting ready to say goodbye.

She fought back tears as her heart shattered while I hugged her goodbye. She knows she may never attend our weddings, never take care of future grandkids, never share in our triumphs, or be there when one of us gets sick again. I wanted to cry too, but the antidepressants I’ve taking the last few months wouldn’t let me.

My mother spent 37 years building a life here. She paid taxes, raised five children, and never broke the law—not even a traffic violation. She endured three of us falling seriously ill—myself included—without ever once thinking of giving up.

Twenty-five years ago, my parents were conned by a fake immigration lawyer. They paid him over $23k- earned from grueling hours sewing in sweatshops by day and delivering newspapers by night. We kids helped too, especially with the newspaper route—always excited for fresh donuts at dawn after we finished. Despite being scammed, they kept fighting, seeking new legal help, sacrificing even more money to become citizens.

If I’ve ever helped you—it’s because of her. Thank her! She made it possible. When I was denied cancer treatment for lack of insurance, she didn’t give up. She found a prison hospital where I finally received care. That’s where I was cured and lived. I am her legacy. I am the son of an immigrant.

What’s currently happening in this country may not affect everyone personally, but it should matter. My hope is that by sharing this, someone out there will listen, understand, and feel compassion for those who are suffering quietly in the shadows.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

Pacifico 50k Ultra Marathon- An extremely hot day, dehydrated body, and with not much training done on trails. I formed some new bonds through the camaraderie that comes with difficult races.

📸: @gvldamez @ignaciosaldanajr @rallyewerk@orlando_.b

Now that I got your attention with those amazing pictures, let me get to the real topic at hand.

My post from last December was intended to be my final post. It would seem that I must make one more due to all the events that have transpired since then.

My soul and mind had grown weary seeing society losing any sense of empathy and not speak up against wrong doings. This goes beyond running, religion, and politics. What has happened to morality? Seeing people be corrupted by narcissistic and manipulative individuals that are put in a position of power and influence. They influence people to let go of their moral compass, filling them with promises of greatness, and isolating them from their community through deception.

I understand some people are probably worried to speak up, because they don’t wish lose partnerships, money, followers, and friends. Do not seek the validation of terrible individuals or companies that are content with the mistreatment of others. If you’re not able to speak freely of your own personal values and injustices, is that a good life worth living? Do not lose your identity and values in the process.

It is sad that fellow immigrants and children of immigrants are still standing along side with these injustices, due to their belief that they are in some way “different” from the rest. Never forget where you came from.

I lost a good friend when speaking up for the Palestinian people. It is not the Jewish religion that people are against, it is the Israeli government’s atrocities on the defenseless and starving people that are suffering from ethnic cleansing.

Through all this suffering there is still a gleamer of humanity still remaining. It is beautiful to see people of other ethnicities, and religions standing up to fight for one another.

Please do not forget the true meaning of COMMUNITY. Show the world that there is still hope, and empathy.

I’ll keep on fighting for those who cannot.

We are Club S.M.A.S.H.E.D Potatoes

Strength: Building both physical and mental endurance to conquer the toughest trails.

Motivation: The drive to push beyond limits, even when every step feels impossible.

Adaptability: The ability to adjust to any challenge or change, from weather to terrain.

Sacrifice: The willingness to put in the hard work, the long hours, and the discomfort for something greater.

Heart: Running with passion, fueling every mile with determination and love for the sport.

Endurance: The capacity to keep moving, no matter how steep the hill or how far the distance.

Discipline: Consistency in training, recovery, and maintaining focus through the journey.

Like the humble POTATO, which fuels us with steady, complex carbohydrates, the journey of an endurance runner is built on complex layers of perseverance, growth, and mental resilience—one step at a time, sustaining us through life’s toughest challenges.

We found each other through a shared love of pushing ourselves beyond our limits—through unpredictable, unsanctioned races and absurd segment challenges. Before we crossed paths, no one in our group had ever completed a 100-mile race. Today, I’m proud to say that has changed. Together, we’ve turned what once seemed impossible into our reality. These are the people I am proud to call my friends.

@briannarita_ faced the High Lonesome 100 this year—a relentless race through the towering Colorado mountains, where the course stayed above 10,000ft & featured a staggering 23,000ft of gain. Despite only doing a few long runs and battling illness before the race, she CONQUERED it, proving her strength and resilience beyond measure.

@alehamburger A road runner with a will stronger than most took on the Grilled Dweez 1000 for the second time last year. Hardened by countless grueling unsanctioned races, there was no backing out this time. Fully prepared with her fueling strategy and dressed to brave the frigid night temperatures of Topanga, she pressed on with unwavering determination. From mile 60 onward, every step was a new personal record, pushing forward relentlessly until she crossed the finish line at mile 101.

(Continued in the comments)

We are Club S.M.A.S.H.E.D Potatoes

Strength: Building both physical and mental endurance to conquer the toughest trails.

Motivation: The drive to push beyond limits, even when every step feels impossible.

Adaptability: The ability to adjust to any challenge or change, from weather to terrain.

Sacrifice: The willingness to put in the hard work, the long hours, and the discomfort for something greater.

Heart: Running with passion, fueling every mile with determination and love for the sport.

Endurance: The capacity to keep moving, no matter how steep the hill or how far the distance.

Discipline: Consistency in training, recovery, and maintaining focus through the journey.

Like the humble POTATO, which fuels us with steady, complex carbohydrates, the journey of an endurance runner is built on complex layers of perseverance, growth, and mental resilience—one step at a time, sustaining us through life’s toughest challenges.

We found each other through a shared love of pushing ourselves beyond our limits—through unpredictable, unsanctioned races and absurd segment challenges. Before we crossed paths, no one in our group had ever completed a 100-mile race. Today, I’m proud to say that has changed. Together, we’ve turned what once seemed impossible into our reality. These are the people I am proud to call my friends.

@briannarita_ faced the High Lonesome 100 this year—a relentless race through the towering Colorado mountains, where the course stayed above 10,000ft & featured a staggering 23,000ft of gain. Despite only doing a few long runs and battling illness before the race, she CONQUERED it, proving her strength and resilience beyond measure.

@alehamburger A road runner with a will stronger than most took on the Grilled Dweez 1000 for the second time last year. Hardened by countless grueling unsanctioned races, there was no backing out this time. Fully prepared with her fueling strategy and dressed to brave the frigid night temperatures of Topanga, she pressed on with unwavering determination. From mile 60 onward, every step was a new personal record, pushing forward relentlessly until she crossed the finish line at mile 101.

(Continued in the comments)

We are Club S.M.A.S.H.E.D Potatoes

Strength: Building both physical and mental endurance to conquer the toughest trails.

Motivation: The drive to push beyond limits, even when every step feels impossible.

Adaptability: The ability to adjust to any challenge or change, from weather to terrain.

Sacrifice: The willingness to put in the hard work, the long hours, and the discomfort for something greater.

Heart: Running with passion, fueling every mile with determination and love for the sport.

Endurance: The capacity to keep moving, no matter how steep the hill or how far the distance.

Discipline: Consistency in training, recovery, and maintaining focus through the journey.

Like the humble POTATO, which fuels us with steady, complex carbohydrates, the journey of an endurance runner is built on complex layers of perseverance, growth, and mental resilience—one step at a time, sustaining us through life’s toughest challenges.

We found each other through a shared love of pushing ourselves beyond our limits—through unpredictable, unsanctioned races and absurd segment challenges. Before we crossed paths, no one in our group had ever completed a 100-mile race. Today, I’m proud to say that has changed. Together, we’ve turned what once seemed impossible into our reality. These are the people I am proud to call my friends.

@briannarita_ faced the High Lonesome 100 this year—a relentless race through the towering Colorado mountains, where the course stayed above 10,000ft & featured a staggering 23,000ft of gain. Despite only doing a few long runs and battling illness before the race, she CONQUERED it, proving her strength and resilience beyond measure.

@alehamburger A road runner with a will stronger than most took on the Grilled Dweez 1000 for the second time last year. Hardened by countless grueling unsanctioned races, there was no backing out this time. Fully prepared with her fueling strategy and dressed to brave the frigid night temperatures of Topanga, she pressed on with unwavering determination. From mile 60 onward, every step was a new personal record, pushing forward relentlessly until she crossed the finish line at mile 101.

(Continued in the comments)

We are Club S.M.A.S.H.E.D Potatoes

Strength: Building both physical and mental endurance to conquer the toughest trails.

Motivation: The drive to push beyond limits, even when every step feels impossible.

Adaptability: The ability to adjust to any challenge or change, from weather to terrain.

Sacrifice: The willingness to put in the hard work, the long hours, and the discomfort for something greater.

Heart: Running with passion, fueling every mile with determination and love for the sport.

Endurance: The capacity to keep moving, no matter how steep the hill or how far the distance.

Discipline: Consistency in training, recovery, and maintaining focus through the journey.

Like the humble POTATO, which fuels us with steady, complex carbohydrates, the journey of an endurance runner is built on complex layers of perseverance, growth, and mental resilience—one step at a time, sustaining us through life’s toughest challenges.

We found each other through a shared love of pushing ourselves beyond our limits—through unpredictable, unsanctioned races and absurd segment challenges. Before we crossed paths, no one in our group had ever completed a 100-mile race. Today, I’m proud to say that has changed. Together, we’ve turned what once seemed impossible into our reality. These are the people I am proud to call my friends.

@briannarita_ faced the High Lonesome 100 this year—a relentless race through the towering Colorado mountains, where the course stayed above 10,000ft & featured a staggering 23,000ft of gain. Despite only doing a few long runs and battling illness before the race, she CONQUERED it, proving her strength and resilience beyond measure.

@alehamburger A road runner with a will stronger than most took on the Grilled Dweez 1000 for the second time last year. Hardened by countless grueling unsanctioned races, there was no backing out this time. Fully prepared with her fueling strategy and dressed to brave the frigid night temperatures of Topanga, she pressed on with unwavering determination. From mile 60 onward, every step was a new personal record, pushing forward relentlessly until she crossed the finish line at mile 101.

(Continued in the comments)

We are Club S.M.A.S.H.E.D Potatoes

Strength: Building both physical and mental endurance to conquer the toughest trails.

Motivation: The drive to push beyond limits, even when every step feels impossible.

Adaptability: The ability to adjust to any challenge or change, from weather to terrain.

Sacrifice: The willingness to put in the hard work, the long hours, and the discomfort for something greater.

Heart: Running with passion, fueling every mile with determination and love for the sport.

Endurance: The capacity to keep moving, no matter how steep the hill or how far the distance.

Discipline: Consistency in training, recovery, and maintaining focus through the journey.

Like the humble POTATO, which fuels us with steady, complex carbohydrates, the journey of an endurance runner is built on complex layers of perseverance, growth, and mental resilience—one step at a time, sustaining us through life’s toughest challenges.

We found each other through a shared love of pushing ourselves beyond our limits—through unpredictable, unsanctioned races and absurd segment challenges. Before we crossed paths, no one in our group had ever completed a 100-mile race. Today, I’m proud to say that has changed. Together, we’ve turned what once seemed impossible into our reality. These are the people I am proud to call my friends.

@briannarita_ faced the High Lonesome 100 this year—a relentless race through the towering Colorado mountains, where the course stayed above 10,000ft & featured a staggering 23,000ft of gain. Despite only doing a few long runs and battling illness before the race, she CONQUERED it, proving her strength and resilience beyond measure.

@alehamburger A road runner with a will stronger than most took on the Grilled Dweez 1000 for the second time last year. Hardened by countless grueling unsanctioned races, there was no backing out this time. Fully prepared with her fueling strategy and dressed to brave the frigid night temperatures of Topanga, she pressed on with unwavering determination. From mile 60 onward, every step was a new personal record, pushing forward relentlessly until she crossed the finish line at mile 101.

(Continued in the comments)

We are Club S.M.A.S.H.E.D Potatoes

Strength: Building both physical and mental endurance to conquer the toughest trails.

Motivation: The drive to push beyond limits, even when every step feels impossible.

Adaptability: The ability to adjust to any challenge or change, from weather to terrain.

Sacrifice: The willingness to put in the hard work, the long hours, and the discomfort for something greater.

Heart: Running with passion, fueling every mile with determination and love for the sport.

Endurance: The capacity to keep moving, no matter how steep the hill or how far the distance.

Discipline: Consistency in training, recovery, and maintaining focus through the journey.

Like the humble POTATO, which fuels us with steady, complex carbohydrates, the journey of an endurance runner is built on complex layers of perseverance, growth, and mental resilience—one step at a time, sustaining us through life’s toughest challenges.

We found each other through a shared love of pushing ourselves beyond our limits—through unpredictable, unsanctioned races and absurd segment challenges. Before we crossed paths, no one in our group had ever completed a 100-mile race. Today, I’m proud to say that has changed. Together, we’ve turned what once seemed impossible into our reality. These are the people I am proud to call my friends.

@briannarita_ faced the High Lonesome 100 this year—a relentless race through the towering Colorado mountains, where the course stayed above 10,000ft & featured a staggering 23,000ft of gain. Despite only doing a few long runs and battling illness before the race, she CONQUERED it, proving her strength and resilience beyond measure.

@alehamburger A road runner with a will stronger than most took on the Grilled Dweez 1000 for the second time last year. Hardened by countless grueling unsanctioned races, there was no backing out this time. Fully prepared with her fueling strategy and dressed to brave the frigid night temperatures of Topanga, she pressed on with unwavering determination. From mile 60 onward, every step was a new personal record, pushing forward relentlessly until she crossed the finish line at mile 101.

(Continued in the comments)

We are Club S.M.A.S.H.E.D Potatoes

Strength: Building both physical and mental endurance to conquer the toughest trails.

Motivation: The drive to push beyond limits, even when every step feels impossible.

Adaptability: The ability to adjust to any challenge or change, from weather to terrain.

Sacrifice: The willingness to put in the hard work, the long hours, and the discomfort for something greater.

Heart: Running with passion, fueling every mile with determination and love for the sport.

Endurance: The capacity to keep moving, no matter how steep the hill or how far the distance.

Discipline: Consistency in training, recovery, and maintaining focus through the journey.

Like the humble POTATO, which fuels us with steady, complex carbohydrates, the journey of an endurance runner is built on complex layers of perseverance, growth, and mental resilience—one step at a time, sustaining us through life’s toughest challenges.

We found each other through a shared love of pushing ourselves beyond our limits—through unpredictable, unsanctioned races and absurd segment challenges. Before we crossed paths, no one in our group had ever completed a 100-mile race. Today, I’m proud to say that has changed. Together, we’ve turned what once seemed impossible into our reality. These are the people I am proud to call my friends.

@briannarita_ faced the High Lonesome 100 this year—a relentless race through the towering Colorado mountains, where the course stayed above 10,000ft & featured a staggering 23,000ft of gain. Despite only doing a few long runs and battling illness before the race, she CONQUERED it, proving her strength and resilience beyond measure.

@alehamburger A road runner with a will stronger than most took on the Grilled Dweez 1000 for the second time last year. Hardened by countless grueling unsanctioned races, there was no backing out this time. Fully prepared with her fueling strategy and dressed to brave the frigid night temperatures of Topanga, she pressed on with unwavering determination. From mile 60 onward, every step was a new personal record, pushing forward relentlessly until she crossed the finish line at mile 101.

(Continued in the comments)

We are Club S.M.A.S.H.E.D Potatoes

Strength: Building both physical and mental endurance to conquer the toughest trails.

Motivation: The drive to push beyond limits, even when every step feels impossible.

Adaptability: The ability to adjust to any challenge or change, from weather to terrain.

Sacrifice: The willingness to put in the hard work, the long hours, and the discomfort for something greater.

Heart: Running with passion, fueling every mile with determination and love for the sport.

Endurance: The capacity to keep moving, no matter how steep the hill or how far the distance.

Discipline: Consistency in training, recovery, and maintaining focus through the journey.

Like the humble POTATO, which fuels us with steady, complex carbohydrates, the journey of an endurance runner is built on complex layers of perseverance, growth, and mental resilience—one step at a time, sustaining us through life’s toughest challenges.

We found each other through a shared love of pushing ourselves beyond our limits—through unpredictable, unsanctioned races and absurd segment challenges. Before we crossed paths, no one in our group had ever completed a 100-mile race. Today, I’m proud to say that has changed. Together, we’ve turned what once seemed impossible into our reality. These are the people I am proud to call my friends.

@briannarita_ faced the High Lonesome 100 this year—a relentless race through the towering Colorado mountains, where the course stayed above 10,000ft & featured a staggering 23,000ft of gain. Despite only doing a few long runs and battling illness before the race, she CONQUERED it, proving her strength and resilience beyond measure.

@alehamburger A road runner with a will stronger than most took on the Grilled Dweez 1000 for the second time last year. Hardened by countless grueling unsanctioned races, there was no backing out this time. Fully prepared with her fueling strategy and dressed to brave the frigid night temperatures of Topanga, she pressed on with unwavering determination. From mile 60 onward, every step was a new personal record, pushing forward relentlessly until she crossed the finish line at mile 101.

(Continued in the comments)

We are Club S.M.A.S.H.E.D Potatoes

Strength: Building both physical and mental endurance to conquer the toughest trails.

Motivation: The drive to push beyond limits, even when every step feels impossible.

Adaptability: The ability to adjust to any challenge or change, from weather to terrain.

Sacrifice: The willingness to put in the hard work, the long hours, and the discomfort for something greater.

Heart: Running with passion, fueling every mile with determination and love for the sport.

Endurance: The capacity to keep moving, no matter how steep the hill or how far the distance.

Discipline: Consistency in training, recovery, and maintaining focus through the journey.

Like the humble POTATO, which fuels us with steady, complex carbohydrates, the journey of an endurance runner is built on complex layers of perseverance, growth, and mental resilience—one step at a time, sustaining us through life’s toughest challenges.

We found each other through a shared love of pushing ourselves beyond our limits—through unpredictable, unsanctioned races and absurd segment challenges. Before we crossed paths, no one in our group had ever completed a 100-mile race. Today, I’m proud to say that has changed. Together, we’ve turned what once seemed impossible into our reality. These are the people I am proud to call my friends.

@briannarita_ faced the High Lonesome 100 this year—a relentless race through the towering Colorado mountains, where the course stayed above 10,000ft & featured a staggering 23,000ft of gain. Despite only doing a few long runs and battling illness before the race, she CONQUERED it, proving her strength and resilience beyond measure.

@alehamburger A road runner with a will stronger than most took on the Grilled Dweez 1000 for the second time last year. Hardened by countless grueling unsanctioned races, there was no backing out this time. Fully prepared with her fueling strategy and dressed to brave the frigid night temperatures of Topanga, she pressed on with unwavering determination. From mile 60 onward, every step was a new personal record, pushing forward relentlessly until she crossed the finish line at mile 101.

(Continued in the comments)

We are Club S.M.A.S.H.E.D Potatoes

Strength: Building both physical and mental endurance to conquer the toughest trails.

Motivation: The drive to push beyond limits, even when every step feels impossible.

Adaptability: The ability to adjust to any challenge or change, from weather to terrain.

Sacrifice: The willingness to put in the hard work, the long hours, and the discomfort for something greater.

Heart: Running with passion, fueling every mile with determination and love for the sport.

Endurance: The capacity to keep moving, no matter how steep the hill or how far the distance.

Discipline: Consistency in training, recovery, and maintaining focus through the journey.

Like the humble POTATO, which fuels us with steady, complex carbohydrates, the journey of an endurance runner is built on complex layers of perseverance, growth, and mental resilience—one step at a time, sustaining us through life’s toughest challenges.

We found each other through a shared love of pushing ourselves beyond our limits—through unpredictable, unsanctioned races and absurd segment challenges. Before we crossed paths, no one in our group had ever completed a 100-mile race. Today, I’m proud to say that has changed. Together, we’ve turned what once seemed impossible into our reality. These are the people I am proud to call my friends.

@briannarita_ faced the High Lonesome 100 this year—a relentless race through the towering Colorado mountains, where the course stayed above 10,000ft & featured a staggering 23,000ft of gain. Despite only doing a few long runs and battling illness before the race, she CONQUERED it, proving her strength and resilience beyond measure.

@alehamburger A road runner with a will stronger than most took on the Grilled Dweez 1000 for the second time last year. Hardened by countless grueling unsanctioned races, there was no backing out this time. Fully prepared with her fueling strategy and dressed to brave the frigid night temperatures of Topanga, she pressed on with unwavering determination. From mile 60 onward, every step was a new personal record, pushing forward relentlessly until she crossed the finish line at mile 101.

(Continued in the comments)

Every person needs a little helping hand up a hill when things get difficult. 🚲 👩🏽

@skratchlabs makes sports nutrition designed to help you perform better without hurting your gut or your taste buds because they use real food, starting from scratch. We are fortunate to have them join us at our L.A. Marathon Kick-Off this Saturday, October 5, 2024 at 6:45am at Pioneer Park in Azusa! They will have FREE samples for you to try out.

Here is their story:
While working as a sport scientist and coach for a professional cycling team, Dr. Allen Lim started making his own training food and sports drinks from scratch for the cyclists because too many of the pre-packaged sports bars and drinks that were marketed or given to them were laden with artificial ingredients and literally making them sick to their stomach.

He also started diluting their sports drinks to lower the sugar concentration while adding back extra salt and electrolytes to replace what was actually being lost in their sweat. Eventually, he started making a “secret drink mix” in his kitchen using a recipe with less sugar, more sodium, and no artificial sweeteners, flavors, or colors, with a simple and clean taste created by using real fruit.

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