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Moab: The Aftermath

October 21, 2022 • NoleCore •

2 years. That’s a long time to prepare for anything, especially a race. It’s an especially long time when it’s coming off the heels of the only DNF of your career in that exact same race.

My biggest takeaway from the 2020 Moab 240 was that I have to be able to sleep during a 200. I’d made it 73 hours of being awake before I ran out of time at the now-defunct Wind Whistle aid station, mile 153. I hadn’t even landed back in Florida before my wife vowed that she’d be there for me next time with a crew vehicle. There were other lessons learned, but I’d say this was the most important and had the biggest impact in 2022.

Preparing for Moab wasn’t my only focus throughout the past 2 years, but it did always seem to be lurking in my thoughts. Every workout I did, run I went out on, always had me thinking about how this would make me more likely to finish the 240 miles. I remember laying in my rack at bootcamp, staring at the bunk above me, thinking long and hard about what had gone wrong. My fellow recruits were curious about me and why I joined so late in life, and my ultra running stories were the late night topics of several of those nights in Great Lakes. This was a preview of how conversations inevitably turned towards with people I’ve met the past two years as my budding Navy career had me meeting new people constantly. Moab always came up. “Whats the furthest you’ve ever ran?” “153 miles”, with the caveat that it had come during a failure.

We reserved a cabin right at the start/finish line at the Moab RV park. Any advantages I could have, I tipped in my favor this time. No parking a mile away and rushing to the start line this year. My crew consisted of my wife, Whitney, my friend Matt, and the pacer/crew combo of Mindy and her fiancรฉ Rob. Mindy had finished the Bigfoot 200 in August and was also a nurse. I felt extremely fortunate that I had people in my life who would take the time to come all of the way out to a remote desert town and suffer through this with me. The adversity of the experience wasn’t limited to just me though; my wife was 7 months pregnant, and Mindy had stitches in her knee from a fall during a trail run the week prior. Nevertheless, on Friday morning October 7th, our team was on the starting line of the 2022 Moab 240.

I’ll spare you the race report rundown and focus instead on what made this year different than my previous experience. Unlike in 2020, I ran the majority of Day 1. There were several miles at a pace that I knew I’d only sniff during that first day, with the mentality of getting through the first 100 miles in the low 30-hour range. Despite the usual oppressive heat throughout the desert and canyons, I got to the first sleep station, Indian Creek, with over 10 hours before the cutoff. I immediately went to the vehicle and slept soundly for an hour and a half while elevating my legs.

The time in the bank plus the good sleep was something to feel positive about, but I was dealing with some awful chaffing around very sensitive areas. Every step from that point on, I felt the constant papercut feeling across my ass and genitals. Yep. My ability to run slowly slipped away, and brought me closer to something I vowed I’d never be: a thru hiker.

Destination Trail Moab 240

I was able to do some slow running mixed in with power hiking over the next 50 miles. Getting to Bridger Jack at mile 100 in broad daylight was a huge mental win, as one of the focal points of reliving my 2020 DNF was my midnight mountain lion encounter out on the mesa. I left the aid station and headed up Shay Mountain with another runner named Elliot and his pacer, powering our way to the summit much quicker than I remembered doing before.

With the race halfway point behind me, I slept for 2 hours and received another mental boost: I would be with a pacer for the remainder of the race. My entire crew was at Shay and took care of the details while I changed into a fresh shirt and ate everything put in front of me from the aid station. As the sun began to cut through the cold mountain air, Mindy and I headed out on the road back down to the desert.

I didn’t run at all on Day 3. At this point the chaffing was pretty bad, and it felt like open wounds down around my nether regions. We still were power hiking at an average of 20 minute miles, but it was a tough pill to swallow knowing I should have been running plenty of stretches of the mostly flat trail and roads that stood between Shay Mountain and the next sleep aid station, Road 46. When we neared The Needles, which had replaced Wind Whistle, things went sideways on me.

I don’t know if it was the bad memories of 2020 or just the 154 miles, but it was a deja vu meltdown for me at the exact same place that I fell apart on my prior attempt. I just couldn’t get out of my head, and anxiety started to rise as I failed to see where in the hell this new aid station was. I cursed loudly and couldn’t even describe to Mindy what was bothering me so much. I called Whitney in a panic, which is exactly what I did in 2020. The road bent and turned, with still no welcoming lights signaling our arrival to warmth and fuel. The aid station locations in Moab are an exercise in calculated cruelty.

Finally, mercifully the aid station lights appeared at the top of the hill. Rob welcomed us, as he had been volunteering here for several hours to allow us crew access. I’d had a feeling getting past where I’d DNF’d would be a milestone, and having Rob there with the vehicle was huge. After shivering quietly for a few minutes around the fire, I slowly walked to the jeep and collapsed into a slumber. When Mindy woke me up, I panicked thinking I’d been asleep for hours and had missed the cutoff. Mindy informed me that I’d been asleep for a whopping….15 minutes! I have no idea how I’d time traveled while sleeping but I swear I felt rejuvenated from the quick nap. We made some wardrobe changes and went back to the fire to chow down on pancakes and one of the treats of the race, the cans of coffee coke Mindy had brought.

The last stretch of the night to Road 46 was fairly uneventful. It was simply a road through the desert. We passed a bizarre looking “house” facade in the side of a mountain, but otherwise didn’t get to see much. We passed a few runners moving slowly or sleeping in bivys along the road. When we arrived at Road 46, it was the same winning formula. I ate and hopped into the car, this time sleeping for just 45 minutes.

Day 4 was all in the La Sals, and I spent it being paced by Rob. I still couldn’t run because of the chaffing, but it was almost entirely uphill anyway. An endless gradual ascent of rocky trail, heading towards an oasis of fall colors up near the top of the mountain dominating our view. We reached Pole Canyon and the fantastic aid station where I had my feet taped by a medic. There were blisters beneath my toes on both feet, but neither felt serious enough to drain.

We headed out for the 15 mile stretch up to Geyser Pass and eclipsing 10,000 feet above sea level. I could almost immediately feel the effects of the elevation, with my breath getting heavier and my vision slightly narrowing. While we enjoyed the beautiful aspens surrounding us, it was absolutely the toughest stretch of the race for me. The 15 miles ended up taking 9 hours, and my cutoff time buffer withered away. By the time Rob and I stumbled off the trail onto the road up to Geyser, I’d had to take a trail nap and also lost my beanie and cell phone. Thankfully Rob backtracked and somehow found the phone, but this was a an absolute beatdown on me physically and mentally. We had to stop and collapse onto the road, which was a steep grade upwards with no end in sight. Finally, with our breath wheezing out in ragged gasps, we made it into the aid station. 3 hours before cutoff, and I was determined to sleep for an hour and a half for the final push to the finish.

This was really the only time during the race I’d felt rushed or concerned about the cutoff, so things were noticeably hectic. Getting ready in the dark, I tried to quell the emotions rising up in my mind. I’d made it to 200 miles. I still had a full day to finish. I’d barely ran at all in 2 days, so if push came to shove, I still had my speed, right?

Mindy and I headed out in the dark, and as we trudged upwards, she read all of the birthday and well wishes from our friends back home. I’ll admit that I’d already envisioned crossing the finish line and having my emotions erupt. I didn’t even make it that far. I was so overcome hearing how much love and support I had during the race of my life, that the tears started flowing down my dirt streaked face. Ill always remember that moment.

There were still about 5 miles spent ascending above 10,000 feet amongst the aspens. The sun began to trickle through and soak the trail. We passed several cows as we began to make our way down the mountain along a paved road. About 5 miles from the final aid station, we’d pushed my cutoff time back to 3 hours as we’d power walked downhill. I think this rhythm while moving downhill constantly caused my calf to feel tight. When I stood up from our quick fuel break, I felt it tighten painfully. By the time we got to Porcupine Rim aid station, it was causing me to limp noticeably. 18 miles of slickrock trails stood between me and the finish line.

Destination Trail Moab 240

Now up to this point I’d had minimal interaction with any aid station volunteers or medics, except at the aid stations with no crew access. So I really never could discern between who was “officially” working for Destination Trail, although I guess the giveaway would have been the race tee-shirts. When I hobbled into the aid station and said my calf was tight, someone who definitely was NOT a race medic offered to work on my calf. I swapped my shirt and tried to eat, thinking this was going to be a quick stop. The dude working on me had other ideas.

Destination Trail Moab 240

As he roughly dug his fingers into my calf, he spouted off multiple theories as to why I had a tight calf. Dehydration. Lack of electrolytes. Nutrition. Finally, he gripped my calf like it was in the jaws of a starving Rottweiler and I screamed bloody murder. My calf locked up and I was terrified my race was over.

Destination Trail Moab 240

In the minutes that followed, I sat dejected with a blanket wrapped around me. My eyes glossed over and I was vaguely aware of runners coming and leaving, their race against time reaching a frantic pitch as I continued to sit sedentary. Another volunteer noticed my plight and came over to ask if he could help. He offered to get some tiger balm and massage my calf until I could move it. As he went to get the tiger balm, I tried to walk to the bathroom. I could barely move.

Now I’ll say this: I’m not sure entirely what is in tiger balm, but this volunteer worked magic on my calf. He told me to pop 3 ibuprofen, which I’d carried the entire race but hadn’t taken anything up to that point. The combination was effective immediately. Mindy helped me put on my vest, and I began to Frankenstein lurch down the trail.

Destination Trail Moab 240

As we powered down Porcupine Rim, my confidence grew. We hit mile after mile under our target pace. The sun began to set, and as darkness fell one final time on the Moab 240, my pacer became possessed. We made no wrong turns despite the pitch black surroundings up on the rim, and we caught up to several runners before we made the final bend in the trail. We could see the cars far below and it signaled our final descent of the race.

Destination Trail Moab 240

Those final 3.5 miles were the most pleasant ones I’d experienced. Not because it was almost over, but because even after nearly 240 miles, I was still able to run. We ran an average of 12 minute miles for most of those road miles. It was so easy. I was free at last.

As we rounded the turn underneath the highway into Moab, I tried to savor the feelings. I was all the way alive. Matt and Rob met us at the RV park entrance and I picked up the pace even more. I could see Whitney at the bottom of the road leading into the finish line area jumping and waving her phone, our little son along for the ride in her belly. We jogged across the line and I spiked my trekking poles into the ground. It was over. I hugged Whitney and felt everything melt away. It was over.

During the 2022 Moab 240. Tuesday, Oct 11, 2022.
During the 2022 Moab 240. Tuesday, Oct 11, 2022.

The other finishers serenaded me with Happy Birthday, making this 40 year milestone one for the ages. Then it was time for the true ending of my Moab redemption; the finish line mugshot. I took off my pack so the Navy emblem would be visible, a signifying difference between the runner who failed in 2020 and the Sailor who had far more than what the eye could see this time around.

During the 2022 Moab 240. Tuesday, Oct 11, 2022.

Redemption. Writing this a week and a half later, it still feels surreal. The culmination of two years of training ended in success, and I definitely have not processed it yet. I’m not sure what the future holds for me as a runner, but I feel like I can finally move on. Special thanks to my amazing wife and crew, everyone who cheered me on from all over the planet, and anyone I met and shared miles with the past two years and listened to me talk about my plan for Redemption. You know who you are.

๐Ÿ“ธ| @_anastasiawilde , @sarahattar , @jdpetersdotcom

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I've said before that my goal for myself that I set while I was still a recruit, was to end up at an NSW command. That first time up in Little Creek was exhilarating despite me being nervous and unsure about what exactly my role was going to be. "I'm almost 40 and I'm still an E-3, what am I doing around all of these legit badasses?" No worry- I was welcome right from the start, and cant say how thankful I am for every opportunity that has come my way. I'll end this with an anecdote, and just say I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. That first PT session, we did something called a "Murph". And as soon as I jumped and grabbed the pull up bar, I'm talking the exact second my hands touched the bar, "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie exploded through the gym speakers. I smiled as I pulled myself up to the bar. โš“๏ธ

U.S. Navy Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Christopher Caravello, assigned to SEAL Team 18, holds his frocking letter Jan. 4, 2023, on Joint Expeditionary Base Little Creekโ€“Fort Story (JEBLC-FS) in Virginia Beach, Virginia. Caravello was advanced to E-5 in December. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Riley Gasdia)

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I learned a lot about myself those first few months, and it's still an ongoing experience every time I get to put on the uniform. I've been extremely fortunate to have had outstanding leadership every step of my journey so far, and every time I've needed help there's been someone to turn to for answers.

I've said before that my goal for myself that I set while I was still a recruit, was to end up at an NSW command. That first time up in Little Creek was exhilarating despite me being nervous and unsure about what exactly my role was going to be. "I'm almost 40 and I'm still an E-3, what am I doing around all of these legit badasses?" No worry- I was welcome right from the start, and cant say how thankful I am for every opportunity that has come my way. I'll end this with an anecdote, and just say I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. That first PT session, we did something called a "Murph". And as soon as I jumped and grabbed the pull up bar, I'm talking the exact second my hands touched the bar, "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie exploded through the gym speakers. I smiled as I pulled myself up to the bar. โš“๏ธ
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(3)So as I sit here and acknowledge this day, I can smile knowing that I will go to bed tonight in the same house as ALL of my family, and wake up tomorrow one day closer to whatever adventure the universe has in store for me.

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Today I am 8 years sober
(3)So as I sit here and acknowledge this day, I can smile knowing that I will go to bed tonight in the same house as ALL of my family, and wake up tomorrow one day closer to whatever adventure the universe has in store for me.

I didn't arrive here by having everything go right. In fact it went very, very wrong at times. I arrived here Because I finally made the decision to Change.

Photo by my good friend Brandon Stutzman @shotbystutz while we walked the Arizona Trail a week after I finished Moab, talking about the ideal lighting that evening and what drives and motivates us to be the best versions of ourselves.
#Sobriety #addiction
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Today I am 8 years sober
(2) It is like you are stuck. You do the same fucking thing no matter how counterintuitive, self-destructive, and hurtful to your loved ones it is, on repeat. Yes the locations change, the bars you frequent vary, the relationships collapse and reignite with a different cast, but the results donโ€™t. ever.

Until one day it finally does.

One thing I am proud of and I will readily acknowledge as a reason I was able to get sober, is that I always told myself no matter how difficult this situation was, it wasnโ€™t going to be permanent and it was not going to last forever. I spoke that into existence. I never said a single woe-is-me. I think thatโ€™s a big component in this. Accepting responsibility and always leaving the door open for optimism.

I am up to 155 pounds now (10 pounds heavier than when I finished Moab a few months ago!). I usually state my weight on these posts because of how gaunt I was during my first year of sobriety. I went through the awful withdrawals, got pretty sick, and also had my 2ndย hernia surgery. I was in the 130s and looked like absolute shit. I feel really good at this weight.

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#Sobriety #addiction

Today I am 8 years sober
(2) It is like you are stuck. You do the same fucking thing no matter how counterintuitive, self-destructive, and hurtful to your loved ones it is, on repeat. Yes the locations change, the bars you frequent vary, the relationships collapse and reignite with a different cast, but the results donโ€™t. ever.

Until one day it finally does.

One thing I am proud of and I will readily acknowledge as a reason I was able to get sober, is that I always told myself no matter how difficult this situation was, it wasnโ€™t going to be permanent and it was not going to last forever. I spoke that into existence. I never said a single woe-is-me. I think thatโ€™s a big component in this. Accepting responsibility and always leaving the door open for optimism.

I am up to 155 pounds now (10 pounds heavier than when I finished Moab a few months ago!). I usually state my weight on these posts because of how gaunt I was during my first year of sobriety. I went through the awful withdrawals, got pretty sick, and also had my 2ndย hernia surgery. I was in the 130s and looked like absolute shit. I feel really good at this weight.

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Today I have been sober for 8 years. 
(1)As I looked down at my son this morning as I held him, the weight of those words were far more of an impact than when I have wrote them the seven years prior. I am a full-time father to two beautiful healthy children and have a wife who has stood by me and supported all of my goals and dreams. I am acutely aware that none of that would be the case if I had never made the decision to Change.

Sometimes people ask me how I knew that I had a problem and what it was like towards the end. My answer is that I never ever acknowledged that I had a problem until it was practically over, and that the end was the same as the beginning. I didnโ€™t drink to drown anything out, it was something that I did almost every single day as routinely as getting out of bed and getting dressed. Good times, bad times, this didnโ€™t matter. I was going to do it no matter what. When it all ended eight years ago, it was like a constricting snake finally had wound so tight around my throat that I had only two choices: to Change, or to die. 

That is a realization that only the recovering addict can describe in full. You simply donโ€™t know how to describe it unless you have been forced to reconcile with that split fork in your lifeโ€™s journey. Until that moment is upon you, no amount of AA, therapy, intervention, whatever you want to try and do to put a band-aid over this is going to work. Rock Bottom is a unique place that is decorated differently for every soul who finds themselves there. I appreciate the creative, beautiful moments portrayed on social media, I really do. I just think we should also talk openly about the other side of the coin, and that dialogue would if nothing else, let human beings know that they are not alone. Which is a bigger deal than most realize. โ€œThe darkness in me recognizes the darkness in youโ€.

I find it morbidly ironic that today is Groundhog Day. If I had a dollar for every time I sat in AA and heard the phrase, โ€œthe definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result,โ€ then I would have quite a few bucks in my pocket.
๐Ÿ“ท |@shotbystutz
#Sobriety #addiction

Today I have been sober for 8 years.
(1)As I looked down at my son this morning as I held him, the weight of those words were far more of an impact than when I have wrote them the seven years prior. I am a full-time father to two beautiful healthy children and have a wife who has stood by me and supported all of my goals and dreams. I am acutely aware that none of that would be the case if I had never made the decision to Change.

Sometimes people ask me how I knew that I had a problem and what it was like towards the end. My answer is that I never ever acknowledged that I had a problem until it was practically over, and that the end was the same as the beginning. I didnโ€™t drink to drown anything out, it was something that I did almost every single day as routinely as getting out of bed and getting dressed. Good times, bad times, this didnโ€™t matter. I was going to do it no matter what. When it all ended eight years ago, it was like a constricting snake finally had wound so tight around my throat that I had only two choices: to Change, or to die.

That is a realization that only the recovering addict can describe in full. You simply donโ€™t know how to describe it unless you have been forced to reconcile with that split fork in your lifeโ€™s journey. Until that moment is upon you, no amount of AA, therapy, intervention, whatever you want to try and do to put a band-aid over this is going to work. Rock Bottom is a unique place that is decorated differently for every soul who finds themselves there. I appreciate the creative, beautiful moments portrayed on social media, I really do. I just think we should also talk openly about the other side of the coin, and that dialogue would if nothing else, let human beings know that they are not alone. Which is a bigger deal than most realize. โ€œThe darkness in me recognizes the darkness in youโ€.

I find it morbidly ironic that today is Groundhog Day. If I had a dollar for every time I sat in AA and heard the phrase, โ€œthe definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result,โ€ then I would have quite a few bucks in my pocket.
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Florida Forest Service Forest Ranger Aaron Haugan watches runners depart the starting line of the Ellie Biscuit 20 mile trail run at the Eastern Lake trailhead Jan. 28, 2023 in Santa Rosa Beach, Florida. Haugan filled in as race director for the event that featured both 20 mile and 10 mile options.

I've known Aaron for five years now, since I moved back to Santa Rosa Beach. We met at a run club and instantly hit it off, which really helped me get back into running. I'd taken 14 months off from running (yes, you read that right!) and I was really struggling to get back into racing shape. It was brutally hard, and frustrating, but Aaron always kept encouraging me even when I couldn't go as far or as fast as he was planning on. I used to send him this meme of an energetic little kid dragging an old hefty dog to get his exercise on (I was the dumpy mutt in the picture). 
Getting to volunteer with Aaron this weekend reminded me about all of this. It's just in his nature to encourage and help others get onto the trails and explore their potential. Now as a forest ranger, he gets to protect and maintain this important part of our local community, a fitting profession for the @beardedjourneyrunner ๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ

Florida Forest Service Forest Ranger Aaron Haugan watches runners depart the starting line of the Ellie Biscuit 20 mile trail run at the Eastern Lake trailhead Jan. 28, 2023 in Santa Rosa Beach, Florida. Haugan filled in as race director for the event that featured both 20 mile and 10 mile options.

I've known Aaron for five years now, since I moved back to Santa Rosa Beach. We met at a run club and instantly hit it off, which really helped me get back into running. I'd taken 14 months off from running (yes, you read that right!) and I was really struggling to get back into racing shape. It was brutally hard, and frustrating, but Aaron always kept encouraging me even when I couldn't go as far or as fast as he was planning on. I used to send him this meme of an energetic little kid dragging an old hefty dog to get his exercise on (I was the dumpy mutt in the picture).
Getting to volunteer with Aaron this weekend reminded me about all of this. It's just in his nature to encourage and help others get onto the trails and explore their potential. Now as a forest ranger, he gets to protect and maintain this important part of our local community, a fitting profession for the @beardedjourneyrunner ๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ
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Ellie Biscuit 20 & 10 miler
This was my first time shooting a race from start to finish, and I can't say thank you enough to Bill at @rotorhead_30a_running_company for giving me the opportunity! Could not have asked for a more perfect morning out on the trails for this event, I ended up running/hiking over 7 miles trying to get the shot locations! It was definitely weird being on the other side of the camera and not running, but being so familiar with the trail system helped plan things out. Best part of the experience was taking photos of so many of my friends who were out doing what they love! To all of the runners, y'all did phenomenal and I hope you're pleased with the photos. It was a big step for me and I know how important capturing those moments are to a lot of runners. There were almost a thousand photos to go through and edit, hats off to all of the professional race photographers I know - your job is harder than anyone gives you credit for!

Ellie Biscuit 20 & 10 miler
This was my first time shooting a race from start to finish, and I can't say thank you enough to Bill at @rotorhead_30a_running_company for giving me the opportunity! Could not have asked for a more perfect morning out on the trails for this event, I ended up running/hiking over 7 miles trying to get the shot locations! It was definitely weird being on the other side of the camera and not running, but being so familiar with the trail system helped plan things out. Best part of the experience was taking photos of so many of my friends who were out doing what they love! To all of the runners, y'all did phenomenal and I hope you're pleased with the photos. It was a big step for me and I know how important capturing those moments are to a lot of runners. There were almost a thousand photos to go through and edit, hats off to all of the professional race photographers I know - your job is harder than anyone gives you credit for!
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Maas Coffee Roasters โ˜•๏ธ 
We took Tallinn to where we "met" (through Instagram!) this morning in FWB. Without that fateful day sitting in this coffee shop when I downloaded the app, we aren't standing here holding our son today! Another crazy twist, Whitney had been in the shop a few months before and helped the barista working set up their Instagram account ๐Ÿ‘ป
@maascoffee @whittyybabyy

Maas Coffee Roasters โ˜•๏ธ
We took Tallinn to where we "met" (through Instagram!) this morning in FWB. Without that fateful day sitting in this coffee shop when I downloaded the app, we aren't standing here holding our son today! Another crazy twist, Whitney had been in the shop a few months before and helped the barista working set up their Instagram account ๐Ÿ‘ป
@maascoffee @whittyybabyy
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Jan 12

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Daddy's home from the Creek!
Walking out of the house the morning I left for Little Creek was the hardest thing I've done in a long time. Even knowing I wouldn't be gone for very long still didn't keep the emotions rising in my chest. To anyone serving and has had to leave home and leave their family, my respect for you is immense. I don't know if I could leave him knowing he wouldn't look the same when I returned. These are joyous days I get to spend with him while he's a newborn, I didn't get to experience these with my daughter. I know what it's like to miss these moments with your children, hats off to those making these sacrifices โš“๏ธ

Daddy's home from the Creek!
Walking out of the house the morning I left for Little Creek was the hardest thing I've done in a long time. Even knowing I wouldn't be gone for very long still didn't keep the emotions rising in my chest. To anyone serving and has had to leave home and leave their family, my respect for you is immense. I don't know if I could leave him knowing he wouldn't look the same when I returned. These are joyous days I get to spend with him while he's a newborn, I didn't get to experience these with my daughter. I know what it's like to miss these moments with your children, hats off to those making these sacrifices โš“๏ธ
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Jan 4

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Over the past few years I've had different titles and ranks. The most important one will always be, "father". I have both of my children with me, 100%, and This. Means. Everything.

Over the past few years I've had different titles and ranks. The most important one will always be, "father". I have both of my children with me, 100%, and This. Means. Everything. ...

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Dec 23

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Tallinn Ruun Caravello 
12.17.2022
From the moment I held him, my life changed. This is my first chance to be a full-time parent of a newborn, and it was a surreal moment leaving the hospital knowing that I was going home to my own house with my wife and children. Every day this week I've gotten to wake up (more like woken up by ๐Ÿ˜†) and see this tiny human and its like Christmas every day ๐ŸŽ„

Tallinn Ruun Caravello
12.17.2022
From the moment I held him, my life changed. This is my first chance to be a full-time parent of a newborn, and it was a surreal moment leaving the hospital knowing that I was going home to my own house with my wife and children. Every day this week I've gotten to wake up (more like woken up by ๐Ÿ˜†) and see this tiny human and its like Christmas every day ๐ŸŽ„
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Dec 18

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Birth Day
December 17, 2022

Birth Day
December 17, 2022
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Dec 16

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Due Date -1
12/15/2022
He's still not ready to come into the world. We'll see what happens tomorrow. ๐Ÿคฐ
๐Ÿ“ธ|@chelseastricklandphoto

Due Date -1
12/15/2022
He's still not ready to come into the world. We'll see what happens tomorrow. ๐Ÿคฐ
๐Ÿ“ธ|@chelseastricklandphoto
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Dec 15

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Due Date
12/14/2022
This milestone is a unique one. We've had this date circled for nearly 9 months, yet it's now come and gone with no changes. Little Prince, you are officially late! ๐Ÿคฐ
๐Ÿ“ธ| @chelseastricklandphoto

Due Date
12/14/2022
This milestone is a unique one. We've had this date circled for nearly 9 months, yet it's now come and gone with no changes. Little Prince, you are officially late! ๐Ÿคฐ
๐Ÿ“ธ| @chelseastricklandphoto
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Nov 27

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Walked around with this ridiculous mustache past 2 days and FSU & U DUB both won, so obviously I'm never shaving it sorry Chief #BowDownToWashington โ˜”๏ธ๐Ÿบ๐ŸŽ #GoNoles

Walked around with this ridiculous mustache past 2 days and FSU & U DUB both won, so obviously I'm never shaving it sorry Chief #BowDownToWashington โ˜”๏ธ๐Ÿบ๐ŸŽ #GoNoles ...

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