My Mornings.

By the time most people hit snooze for the first time, I’ve already logged 6 miles on the trail. It’s not even 7 AM yet. I didn’t see another soul out there—just me, my breath, the mountains waking up, and the rhythm of my footsteps pounding dirt.

That’s how I like it.

There’s something about Montana in the early morning that you can’t find anywhere else. It’s quiet, still, raw. You can hear your thoughts. You can hear your Creator—whatever name you call them by. That time before the noise, before the texts start rolling in, before you’re plugged into the world’s chaos… that’s when I feel most alive.

I’ve always felt a little different. My mindset doesn’t always match the world around me. I’m never satisfied. I’m always pushing. Some people call that obsessive—I call it passion. That constant drive, the need to earn everything, to test myself daily—it’s what makes me a better man, a better husband, a better dad, and a damn good real estate agent.

Montana fits me because it gives me space to move, to push, to grow. Whether it’s running through the woods, jumping into a cold lake before sunrise, hitting the weights at the gym, or getting reps with my bow—these rituals keep me grounded. They sharpen my mind, reset my soul, and fuel the confidence I need to show up strong in every part of my life.

If you’re reading this and you’ve ever felt like the outcast too—the one who wakes up early, works hard, does the uncomfortable stuff most people avoid—I see you. And I want to connect. Let’s train, let’s hike, let’s shoot bows, let’s take our kids fishing, let’s cold plunge in glacier water like savages.

Montana isn’t just a place, it’s a lifestyle. And I want to surround myself with people who chase hard things—not just for the body, but for the mental strength it builds. The confidence to walk into the fire and not flinch. The peace of knowing you’ve already faced discomfort before breakfast.

So if you’re one of the crazies like me—reach out. Let’s go move.