Moving Forward

Some things the trail helps with. Some things it doesn’t finish.

I’ve been riding through grief for five years. Mountain bikes, New England trails, whatever weather shows up. The riding helped. It kept me sane, kept me moving, and gave me 90 minutes where I was just a body climbing a hill and nothing else.

But there’s a point where the ride ends, you sit in the truck, and whatever you were outrunning is still there waiting.

I’m building something for men who know that feeling. Group rides, from half days to full days and eventually overnights, where the ride is real and the conversation at the midday stop is real too. Not therapy. Not a retreat with a capital R. Just men moving through terrain together, with a little more honesty than the Saturday club ride usually allows.

It’s early. I’m starting with a quiet pilot: a small group of people I know, or who know someone I know. No cost to start.

If you ride and you’re carrying something, whether it’s loss, transition, burnout, or the particular weight of still showing up when you’re not sure how, email me.