The hardest part of running isnât the miles.
Itâs not the sore legs or the burning lungs. Itâs not the early mornings or the unfamiliar ache in muscles you forgot existed.
Itâs the first step.
I know because Iâve been there.
And if Iâm honest, I almost didnât take it.
As a kid, running wasnât just something I wasnât good atâit was something I wasnât allowed to do.
I was the boy in leg braces, my hips held together with steel and hope, my gait awkward and loud. Every clank of those braces felt like an announcement: This kid is different.
Doctors said my joints wouldnât last if I ran. My mom, out of love and fear, said Iâd thank her someday for keeping me still.
And yet, deep down, I wanted to run anyway.
To feel the wind in my face, the ground under my feet, the joy of movingânot carefully, not cautiously, but freely.
It wasnât a dream I ever spoke aloud. But it never went away.
Decades later, I was a husband and a dad. Iâd built a career, a family, a life I loved.
But my body? It was failing me again.
Two hip replacements. Chronic pain. A doctor once gently suggested disabilityâsaid I should âaccept my limitationsâ and stop trying to push them.
And for a while, I believed him.
I thought my best years were behind me. That running, moving, thrivingâthat wasnât for me.
But that restless part of me, the part that refused to settle, kept whispering: What if you tried?
When I finally decided to run, I didnât tell anyone. I was too embarrassed.
I walked to the end of my street first, testing the ground beneath me like it might fight back. Then I jogged, slowly, awkwardly, self-conscious of how it must look.
It wasnât pretty.
It wasnât fast.
But it was mine.
That first step, that act of defiance against every doubt and every limitation, changed everything.
Hereâs the thing: running isnât reserved for elite athletes or the people who âmake it look easy.â
Itâs for:
â The mom who wants to feel strong again.
â The dad juggling work and kids who craves a moment of peace.
â The person recovering from injury, illness, or years of being told âyou canât.â
â The person whoâs afraid of starting because they think theyâre too slow, too out of shape, too old, too broken.
Itâs for you.
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You donât have to run far.
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You donât have to run fast.
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You just have to start.
Running can meet you exactly where you are todayâand help you become who you want to be tomorrow.
Your body, your pace, your journeyâit all counts.
If youâre curious about running, if youâve ever thought, âMaybe I could do thisâŚââIâd be honored to help you.
I offer affordable, 100% customized coaching plans, built around your life, your challenges, and your goals.
â Regular communication with me directly.
â Plans that adapt as your life and body do.
â A safe, supportive place to startâno judgment, no pressure.
đŠ Click here for a free consultation. Letâs take that first step together.