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A Path Through Turbulent Times

Georgia Death Race

My Georgia Death Race story actually began somewhere in the wasteland east of Moab, at the foothills of the La Salle Mountains. My failure to finish something that I had started. It was a shocking revelation and a humbling experience. From the second I finally returned my weary, beaten body back home from DNF’ng at the Moab 240, I was more resolved than I ever thought possible to overcome the next challenge, the Race of Death.

I woke in the dark, fumbling around the Air BnB for bottles to fill, KT Tape to strap over potential hot spots, and other random pieces of gear that go into preparing your body to be put through pure hell. I was thankful the weather would be relatively benign throughout the next 24 hours, making the required cold weather night gear an afterthought. I wouldn’t be lugging several pounds of useless clothing with me the entire race this time. When it was time to head down to the starting line, my wife drove me and my friend Aaron the 5 minutes to the Reece Heritage Farm where the death race headquarters were this year.

The race start times were divided into 3 waves this year because of the pandemic, and luckily I was in the 1st wave. I had no interest in starting from the very back. The anxiety hung in the air so thickly you could feel it permeating your facemask and choking you with tendrils of doubt and second-guesses. A race with an average finish rate between 50%-30% was somehow made even harder for 2020.

Drastic pain a symphony, sceams
No escape your time to die - Slayer, Human Disease
The Run Bum gives some final pre-race warnings. Photo by Gregg Gelmiss

The race director, the infamous Run Bum, gathered us all for some final instructions on how the course was marked. He made sure to tell us he hoped none of us finished, and a few nervous laughs echoed along the starting line. We were told that no crew or family members could be at the start due to COVID risks, but there were definitely a few spectators hanging around the outskirts. At this point, none of this mattered to me. I was dialed in like a shark cutting through the dark water towards its prey. There was no turning back. Never again.

photo by Grant Carmichael

The path straight onto the course lay before us. With a final countdown raising the anticipation to a fever pitch, our group lurched forward as the 2020 Georgia Death Race finally began. For those of us who began to run right away, we didn’t get far. Immediately, the paved path shot straight up into the forest and we began our death march at a steep grade. My plan was to hike up anything resembling an incline and run everything else, including the steep declines that I knew were on these mountain trails. The first few miles were suspiciously runnable once we got up the initial climb, with a a grassy hill leading us down into Vogel State Park. We ran around the lake, which I had waded into in pain after finishing the Cruel Jewel 50 in 2019. It was nice to see it again on such a beautiful morning. The air had a crispness to it, although it would be in the 70’s throughout the daylight hours.

photo by Grant Carmichael

The course for this years Georgia Death Race was an out and back, with most of it being run on the fabled Dragon’s Spine section of the Duncan Ridge & Benton-McCay trails. First, we had to traverse the Coosa Backcountry Trail all the way up to the highest point in the race, Coosa Bald ( elevation 4,280 feet). Getting this out of the way first would break those that were not prepared for this race. Even if those in the back of the pack could make it to the first aid station on the other side of Coosa Bald in the 3 1/2 hour cutoff limit, their legs would be feeling it. The ascent up Coosa seemingly took forever, a fact that would come back to haunt us all at the end of the race. With the fear of the clock constantly at the forefront of my thoughts, I finally saw the aid station at the bottom of the hill as we moved on from Coosa Bald.

  • Aid Station 1 – White Oak
  • Out at 2:30
  • Cutoff: 3:30

The cutoff times are what makes this race have a notoriously low finish rate. I know a few runners personally who have tried to finish the Georgia Death Race, only to have tales of hearing the dreaded phrase, “You missed the cutoff time”, from an aid station worker as they brought their broken bodies in from the trail. Every aid station I made, the first thing I did was ask the volunteer to tell me how much time I had to spare. I knew the cutoff times were front loaded, with the turnaround at the halfway point requiring a pace that would result in a total finish time of 20 1/2 hours. If I could just make it to the turnaround, I felt like I would be on the path to pulling this off. With an hour to spare at the first aid station, I trudged on and upward.

photo by Grant Carmichael

The course was exactly as advertised. Straight up. Straight down. I felt as though I was constantly on unlevel ground. Every part of the trail that was not going to require me to burn out my legs on an incline, I ran. I surprised myself with how fast I was still moving each mile past 20, and this was a testament to the amount of work I spent in the gym with my trainer, Army veteran Geoff Speyrer. After running the Cruel Jewel 50 in 2019, I knew I needed to get stronger if I ever wanted to have a chance in hell of finishing the Georgia Death Race. There were just to many parts of the inclines where I felt as though I was using my entire body just to propel myself forward. I’ve been an advocate of weight lifting for runners since my track and field days in college, but the amount of time that was being consumed “just running” while training for these races definitely made my time in the gym reduced. I needed a legitimate plan to get my legs strong enough to handle the load, and Geoff was the right person to go to for help. That failure in Moab didn’t deter me, and instead of remaining a nightmare DNF, it became a driving factor that had me back in the gym before the dawn of my first day back from Utah. Jacob’s Ladder, the stair master, and enough burnout sets on my calves, thighs, lower back, and legs to replicate the lesson in brutality that the Georgia Death Race touts itself as. There would be nothing left to chance.

photo by Gregg Gelmiss

I won’t say that I felt good physically, as it was already a beat down on my legs, but it was reassuring to know I was coming into each aid station with time to spare and plenty of time to grab fuel and refill my water. I used a 2L bladder for my pack, with smaller bottle placed in the shoulder holdster and a handheld to contain my Skratch electrolyte drink. I felt like this was plenty and I never came close to running out of water, even with the unseasonably warm temperature. The food at each aid station was a great selection of avocado wraps, quesadilla, peanut butter and jelly, pickles, and an assortment of plenty other grab and go ultra running snacks. I brought some Trail Butter and Fat Bombs with me, but after the first aid station I stuck to what was provided.

  • Aid station 2 – Mulky Gap
  • Out at 3:56
  • Cutoff: 4:50
  • Aid station 3 – Fish Gap
  • Out at 4:55
  • Cutoff: 5:40
  • Aid station 4 – Point Bravo
  • Out at 7:29
  • Cutoff: 9:30

All of my downhill sections felt like I was flying down the mountain. Despite the dead leaves covering the trail, there were not that many hidden hazards. I only took one hard fall, but it ended up being a big one at the edge of a cliff. There are a few trail sections that hug the side of the mountain, I believe these were all on the Duncan Ridge trail sections. I kicked something with my left foot and when I landed, I slid on the leaves far enough to where my entire right arm and shoulder were hanging over a steep drop to nowhere below. I was pretty shaken up after this, and it took me a while to get my head back to where I could focus on a rhythm. The Georgia Death Race requires utmost concentration and the resolve to repeat the same continuous torture over and over and over and over.

photo by Grant Carmichael

By the time I was close to the turnaround, I had put enough time in the bank to where it seemed as though I was an hour and half ahead of the cutoff for the rest of the race. These remaining aid stations had runners dropping out at each of them, no matter how much further along into the race we went. The turnaround was at the top of a steep hill up to Sapling Gap. Each runner that passed me heading back down the mountain excitedly told me, “They have ramen at this aid station!!!”. I guess the prospect of hot food was enough to press everyone to surge to the top, with the knowledge we were halfway to the end also being the extrinsic reward I craved the most.

Aid station 5 – Sapling Gap
Out at 8:59
Cutoff: 10:30

I passed my friend Aaron on the way down from Sapling Gap, meaning he was about 20 minutes behind me. He seemed in pretty good shape, and since we were so far ahead of the cutoff I told him I’d see him at the next aid station where I planned on swapping out my socks. Little did I know, he would almost be impaled by a gigantic tree branch kicked up by another runner passing him near the aid station. Even the course itself seemed determined to kill every runner it could. One part of the course that I would definitely list as a highlight for this years race was a huge wooden bridge spanning a river on our way back to Point Bravo. There were a few bystanders on the bridge looking at all of the runners like we were escaped prisoners from an insane asylum, and they wisely gave us as much space as possible as we shambled across the bridge.

photo by Grant Carmichael

I made it back to Point Bravo and sat down for the first time during the race. The chair felt like a padded throne, and as soon as I got my feet lubed up and a new pair of trail injinji socks onto them, it was like walking on clouds. I pulled my headlamp out and headed towards the offshoot aid station of Skeenah Gap, a Cruel Jewel aid station I enjoyed a few years prior. One thing I remember about this section of the Dragon’s Spine from 2019 were the salamanders I kept finding walking across the trail. As somewhat of a salamander enthusiast, I take this as a positive sign and was waiting for this to occur during the Georgia Death Race just so I could have a mental pick me up. As the trail split off at the intersection down to Skeenah, I was granted my wish. A large slimy salamander was hanging out in the middle of the trail! Game over, I knew right then and there I had this race right where I wanted it. By the time I walked into Skeenah Gap aid station to the sound of “Round and Round” by Ratt, I was grinning from ear to ear and ready to devour some calories and move on out. The 80’s hair metal blasting through the road side party masquerading as an ultra aid station made it tempting to stay and hang out a bit, but the sight of 3 runners dropping out of the race while I was eating some food was enough for me to put that thought out of my mind. It was time to get the hell out of there and back up to the Duncan Ridge trail.

Slimy Salamander (Plethodon glutinosus)
  • Aid station 6 – Point Bravo
  • Out at 10:35
  • Cutoff: 12:10
  • Aid station 7 – Skeenah Gap
  • Out at 13:04
  • Cutoff: 14:30

These were the last few aid stations, meaning I only had to make sure I left White Oak with enough time to finish. I continued on my pace of making each aid station with about an hour and half to spare. As I burned through another uphill, I told myself that I could do this for as many hours as it would take to finally be done. Each aid station I saw had at least 1 runner calling it quits. The Georgia Death Race just mentally breaks you, to the point where you can’t comprehend how “close” you might be to the finish. I read several post race stories about this, and here I was seeing it for myself. Hard lines, sunken cheeks. Runners slumped into chairs staring blankly into the void as aid station volunteers tried every pep talk trick possible to get them to try and step back out onto the trail. At the final aid station, the volunteer cheerfully told me and 2 other runners that the cutoff times had been extended because of the extremely high DNF rate. It didn’t matter to me. I was finishing under 24 hours, sympathy and mercy be damned.

  • Aid station 8 – Fish Gap
  • Out at 15:16
  • Cutoff: 17:00
  • Aid station 9 – Mulky Gap
  • Out at 16:28
  • Cutoff: 18:15
  • Aid station 10 – White Oak
  • Out at 18:56
  • Cutoff: 20:00

At least that was my plan. Like it usually does, the demon lord of ultra running would try every last trick at its disposal to try and knock me down. So when my headlamp began to go dim around 7 miles from the finish line, I could only laugh maniacally. It definitely slowed my pace, as I had to be sure I was on the right path since there were several intersections and off-shoots once I got onto Coosa Backcountry. At multiple intersections I had to stop and get out my phone to look at the GPX file I had loaded into the Gaia App. I highly recommend any time a race makes a GPX file available, upload it to Gaia so that it can be your last resort. I had used it during Moab and it came in handy again here. Even though I was going at a slower pace now, I felt good about finishing under 23 hours and was still moving forward. Up to this point, I also thought the aid station distances were accurate. So when Burnette Gap water stop was not at the 6.6 miles I thought it would be at, I felt my anxiety rise slightly. This exploded into full on panic when I realized that I was no longer on the correct trail. I frantically looked around me for any sign of a trail marking or painted symbol on the nearby trees. Nothing. There were no other runners headlamps in sight either. I was alone.

13 Steps to Nowhere

I am not sure how long it took me to trail blaze my way back onto the Coosa Backcountry, but it felt like an eternity to me as precious minutes ticked away. I had made the wrong turn at a point where the trail went close to the creek, and it turned out I wasn’t far away from the correct trail at all. I just couldn’t see it. So after walking in every direction with my phone turning into a compass via the Gaia App, I finally found myself back on Coosa Backcountry and my headlamp faintly illuminated a pink ribbon hanging from a tree branch. The trail marker! My heart was beating like it was about to explode out of my chest as I ran as quickly as I could manage navigating the trail, and when I finally saw multiple headlamps up ahead I almost screamed in relief. I caught up to the next 2 runners and explained that I needed to stick with them until we made it to the finish line. We finally passed the water drop station, which was unmanned, and figured we were about 3 miles away and had an hour and 40 minutes to go before the 24 hour mark.

The last 3 miles were spent traversing the rocky trail down into Vogel State Park, where we stepped back into the civilized world. The road through the park took us back around the lake and up onto the grassy hill leading upwards. I tried to run the last mile to the finish line, but once I got onto the hill, I couldn’t see anything with my dying headlamp and had to wait for one of the other runners to catch up to me so I could use their light. Once we made it back to the paved path shooting straight down to the finish line at Reece Farms, we both painfully raced down to the bottom as cowbells clanged and people at the finish line saw us coming. I jumped across the finish line and saw my wife walking towards me. After tossing the rail road spike we were forced to carry the duration of the race into a coffin, the race director, Sean Run Bum Blanton, had this to say: “This is the 8th year we’ve done this race, and the course has had a few different variations, but man, this year, that was fucked up man”. Totally agree. And I loved every mile of it. Way to live up to the terrifying reputation, the 2020 version of the Georgia Death Race was Pure Armageddon.

FINISHED
23:02:37

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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 Creek–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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(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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(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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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.
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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 don’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 wasn’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 that’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 2ndΒ 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 don’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 wasn’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 that’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 2ndΒ 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 didn’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 didn’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 don’t know how to describe it unless you have been forced to reconcile with that split fork in your life’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. β€œThe darkness in me recognizes the darkness in you”.

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, β€œthe definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result,” then I would have quite a few bucks in my pocket.
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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 didn’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 didn’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 don’t know how to describe it unless you have been forced to reconcile with that split fork in your life’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. β€œThe darkness in me recognizes the darkness in you”.

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, β€œthe definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result,” 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 πŸ§™β€β™‚οΈ

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 πŸ§™β€β™‚οΈ
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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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Jan 14

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Maas Coffee Roasters β˜•οΈ 
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 πŸ‘»
@maascoffee @whittyybabyy

Maas Coffee Roasters β˜•οΈ
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 πŸ‘»
@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 βš“οΈ

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 βš“οΈ
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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 πŸ˜†) and see this tiny human and its like Christmas every day πŸŽ„

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 πŸ˜†) and see this tiny human and its like Christmas every day πŸŽ„
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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. 🀰
πŸ“Έ|@chelseastricklandphoto

Due Date -1
12/15/2022
He's still not ready to come into the world. We'll see what happens tomorrow. 🀰
πŸ“Έ|@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! 🀰
πŸ“Έ| @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! 🀰
πŸ“Έ| @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 β˜”οΈπŸΊπŸ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 β˜”οΈπŸΊπŸŽ #GoNoles ...

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