What Running, Beer, and Bad Dad Jokes Taught Me About Building a Life That Doesn’t Suck
What Running, Beer, and Bad Dad Jokes Taught Me About Building a Life That Doesn’t Suck
You ever find yourself doing something weird and think, “Well, this tracks…”?
That was me, mid-run last Saturday. I was on mile four of what was supposed to be a casual 5K (don’t ask), running with a group of guys over 40. Most of them veterans, first responders, or the type who once thought they’d peak at 25. Now we’ve got dad bods, questionable knees, and a growing interest in collagen powder. But we showed up to run and re-capture our youth. Sneakers on, beer waiting. We were not trying to outrun our regrets; instead, we are getting excited for our future.
This isn’t about real estate. Not today.
This is about why doing hard things with good people. This is the cheat code to building a life that actually feels good.
Here’s the deal:
I spent years in uniform — Army first, then a State Trooper. I've seen what happens when people settle for a life that’s “fine.”
Fine jobs.
Fine routines.
Fine marriages.
And eventually, a not-so-fine midlife crisis wrapped in Amazon packages and regret.
So when I left the badge behind, I knew one thing:
I wasn’t going to fade quietly into a La-Z-Boy recliner with a remote in my hand.
I wanted three things:
To stay fit enough to outrun regret
To build wealth on my terms
And to surround myself with people who laugh loud, work hard, and mean what they say
The Fitness-First, Finance-Fueled Brotherhood
So yeah, we ran. Sometimes slowly. Sometimes with the grace of a wounded giraffe. But we did it.
And then, we drink a beer. And we talked about our future, our family, our freedom. We all spent a considerable time in our life defending the American Dream. It is our time to start living it.
What we’ve created is more than a running group. It’s a tribe. A brotherhood. A bunch of grown men trying to outrun mediocrity together — one mile, one beer, one bold financial move at a time.
Why This Matters (Even If You Hate Running)
You don’t have to run. You don’t have to invest in real estate. You don’t even have to drink beer.
But you do need to stop waiting for life to magically get better.
The truth?
No one’s coming to save you.
Not your boss. Not the government. Not a six-figure course from a guy in a Lamborghini.
It’s on you.
So start showing up.
To the gym.
To that networking event.
To the coffee meetup with people who are actually going somewhere.
Do hard things. Laugh a lot. Learn stuff. Take some risks.
And if you're lucky, maybe you’ll end up surrounded by people who push you to be your best — sweaty, tired, and smiling.
Final Thought:
Life doesn’t get easier after 40. But it does get better — if you build it that way.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to ice my knees and prep for tomorrow’s run. There’s beer at the finish line. And possibly a new investor conversation hiding behind a dad joke.
Want more real talk on fitness, freedom, and building a life that doesn’t suck?
Hit me up. Or better yet… lace up your shoes and join me next Saturday.
