There’s something primal and powerful about of running. The sound of your feet striking pavement, the cadence of breath—it becomes a moving meditation. For me, running is far more than exercise. It’s therapy. It’s release. It’s a way of facing stress head-on and, quite literally, moving through it. I haven’t always loved running. To be honest, I used to dread it. Back in school, the days we had to run the mile in P were the worst—I’d count every step, every...

In the aftermath of an accident—especially one that captures public, or even global attention—there is a strange and painful paradox: the more traumatic and personal it is for those involved, the more likely it is to become food for headlines, speculation, and armchair commentary. The world watches, judges, and reacts, often without empathy, and almost never with a full understanding of the facts. When the cameras stop rolling and the social media storms quiet, those who lived through it are...

We wear the uniform. We run toward danger. We lift others—sometimes literally—out of harm’s way. Fire, trauma, chaos—it’s our job to walk into the storm with a calm, steady presence. Whether you're a firefighter, EMT, military vet, or a leader in your community, you know what it means to carry the load. But here's the part they don’t always see: that weight gets pretty fucking heavy. And like any serious workout, if you never take a break between sets, your form...

There are sounds in the fire service that stay with you. The tones dropping in the middle of the night. The rhythm of running boots on concrete. The static of radio traffic during a mayday. We live in a world where sound means urgency. Chaos. Life and death. But over the years, I’ve found another kind of sound. One that heals instead of haunts. A soundtrack that has helped me process trauma, reconnect with hope, and remember that we’re more than what...