Jack ran for the rhythm, the movement, and the quiet, no longer chasing medals or records. A chance encounter with a younger runner stirred memories of past races, but he simply smiled—those days were behind him. His running journey had begun decades earlier in Montreal, struggling up Mount Royal, finding a rhythm that would shape his life. Over the years, races tested his endurance, from his first 5K to ultras like the Courtenay to Nanaimo 120K, where he embraced the solitude and grit of long-distance running. Now, every run was a step forward, not toward a finish line, but toward something deeper—something that had become part of who he was.
