I still remember my first race after getting sober—it was called The Human Race, and nothing had ever felt more fitting. I had spent so many mornings lost in the fog of a hangover, disconnected from my body, from the world, from myself. But that day, I traded all of that in for something different. Instead of numbing out, I ran. I felt my breath—ragged but real. I felt my legs—aching but moving forward. I felt my heart—beating not with panic, but with purpose. I wasn’t fast, but I was steady. And for the first time in a long time, I loved the moment I was in. Running didn’t just help me heal—it reminded me that I belonged. That I was human.
That’s why I’m supporting the second annual GTD Go the Distance run—to help others move through recovery, one breath, one step at a time. GTD is about more than miles—it’s about showing up, rebuilding lives, and making recovery visible and possible.
If my story resonates with you—or if someone you love has struggled—please consider donating. Your contribution supports a path forward for those reclaiming their lives, with every stride. Let’s help more people go the distance.
