I hate running. That’s how my journey began—not with a passion for the sport, but with a deep, stubborn resistance to it. For most of my life, running was something I avoided. It felt like punishment. Something to suffer through in gym class or use as a guilt-fueled tool for burning off a bad weekend—not something to enjoy. But somewhere along the way, things started to change. This is the story of how I went from dreading running a single mile to chasing 100. From gasping my way around the block to finishing eighteen marathons and ultramarathons across fifteen states in less than a year. From being someone who hated running to someone who finds meaning in the discomfort, joy in the process, and strength in the steps. It didn’t happen all at once. It happened in small moments—in pre-dawn starts, in late-night recoveries, in races that went horribly wrong and others that changed everything. It happened on days I wanted to quit. It happened through people I met along the way. It happened when I stopped seeing running as something to survive and started seeing it as a path toward who I wanted to become. Chasing 100 is more than a record of races and finish lines. It’s a story about doubt and discipline, setbacks and breakthroughs, obsession and transformation. It’s about how running—something I once loathed—became a mirror, a teacher, and a quiet kind of therapy. And maybe, if you're anything like I was, you'll realize that the things you resist the most are often the things that change you the most. My journey started with a single mile. It became a chase for 100.