We’re still trying to find the words for what happened this weekend… but honestly, there may never be enough.

What started as a vision - something God placed on our hearts - became a reality that surpassed anything we could’ve dreamed. The Stoney 100 was more than just a run. It was a divine moment. A holy gathering. A collision of endurance, faith, purpose, and community.

From the very beginning, it felt different. There was a sacred energy in the air. People came not just to move their bodies, but to move with intention - for mental health, for each other, for something bigger.

We witnessed countless runners break through physical and mental barriers. People smashed personal records. Volunteers stayed up 24+ hours. And in the midst of it all, four of us - including Ed and myself - completed 100 miles around a track. One hundred miles. Not for medals. Not for clout. But to shine a light on the importance of mental health and to raise money for two incredible organizations: Charleston Hope and Quest.

There were tears. There were prayers. There were quiet moments in the dark. We saw people pacing strangers at 3 a.m., handing out water, encouraging each other lap after lap. We saw community in its purest, most powerful form. It genuinely felt like a glimpse of heaven on earth.

And through it all, one thing was clear: when you follow a God-given vision, and when people rally around purpose - miracles unfold.

To everyone who donated, volunteered, ran, supported, prayed, or simply showed up: you were part of something unforgettable. We’ll carry this with us forever.

This was the Stoney 100. And this is just the beginning.