For more than thirty years, I worked advocating for injured workers. I sat across from people whose injuries never fully healed whose pain lingered long after decisions were made and files were closed…
At the same time, I’ve always been a runner. Not an elite one just committed. The kind who keeps showing up…
I’m also a father. When my daughter was younger, we had our daddy–daughter days. Small things. Ordinary things…
And then there’s Dolce, my whippet. Watching her run is watching motion without doubt…
I also spent many years involved in youth sports, from soccer to being part of the coaching group during my son’s minor hockey years…
Somewhere along the way, all of this converged.
The injured workers.
The runner who keeps trying.
The father who understands how love anchors you.
The coach who has seen how mentorship changes young lives.
The dog who reminds me what unburdened motion truly looks like.
Strides Between Us grew out of that intersection.
This story isn’t about winning races. It’s about what happens when motion is taken away and what it costs to find your way back.