Death Notes

Lessons written in scar tissue. Truths forged in failure.
This is where the hard-earned wisdom lives.

This is where I keep the pages from a life shaped by suffering—some chosen, some not.

What started as a goal to finish a race became something else. A practice. A way to sharpen the mind through pain, to test ideas in real-time. The posts here aren’t written from the safety of hindsight, they’re forged in the middle of it all: broken gear, broken plans, and moments that broke me open.

You’ll find reflections grounded in Stoicism, endurance, failure, and whatever clarity I could scrape together along the way. It’s not about heroics. It’s about showing up, again and again, until the lessons stick.

If you’re looking for inspiration, you might find some. But mostly, you’ll find truth.

The human who races with this blog shall neither be the same… nor sane.

Real Men Cry, Hold the Line, and Go to Therapy

Somewhere along the way, masculinity got hijacked.

It was whittled down to something hollow. Loud. Fragile. A checklist of traits that have more to do with fear than strength.
Grow a beard. Listen to a Joe Rogan podcast. Lift heavy things. Never cry. Dominate the room. Talk over people. Never, ever admit weakness.

Why I Race With My Demons: Masochism, Military Envy, and the Stoic Path to Healing

Trigger Warning: This post contains discussion of sexual assault, trauma, and mental health. Please take care while reading. If you’re

Beyond the Battle: Why Therapy is the Ultimate Finish Line

The Unseen Burdens of Endurance Athletes When I started recording The Legend of the Death Race podcast, I expected to

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