Today I nearly lost my head over a messy house.

Snow day. Kids everywhere. Gloves, coats, mud, noise

I was stressed, snappy, angry - carrying the feeling that I’m the one who has to hold it all together.

So I put my trainers on and stepped outside.

It was covered in snow. Slippery roads. Beautiful pink sky.

Croker Hill sitting quietly in the distance - the same hill that broke me and rebuilt me during my first ultra.

And there it was… perspective.

Nothing had actually gone wrong.
Life was just happening.

I remembered something I heard earlier:

No one makes it out of this alive.
In a few generations, no one will remember our names.
This - this moment - is the whole thing.

Last year I lost 70 pounds.
I ran further than I ever had.
I became someone stronger.

And today I almost forgot all of that because the house was a mess.

The run didn’t fix my life.
It fixed my state.

I’m heading back inside now - not to clean frantically - but to sit with the kids, be present, and let today be what it is.

Progress isn’t perfection.

It’s the trend line.

And today, the line still points forward.

— Chris

Until the next run…

Mood follows action