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92 hours. 3 ½ hours of sleep. 240 miles.

The word that keeps coming to mind after this is inspiring.

240 miles is absolutely incredible. 240 miles is not something that is given. It’s earned.

This isn’t about the miles. It’s about the why.

Brock and I get asked all the time, “Why run that long?” Our reason is simple, to come back better.

Brock and I are firm believers that the trees that touch heaven also have roots that touch hell. If you want to be able to help people with their darkness, you need to have a relationship with yours.

Brock spent 92 hours in his darkness. Talking to himself. Problem-solving. Taking action.

We were raising money for first responders who suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder. This is very near and dear to our hearts, and it was a cause we were confident in supporting.

Brock’s family came and paced and crewed him. We will never forget the people who went out of their way, showed up, and supported us at all hours. We are so lucky to have the support and love that we do. It truly would not have happened without our team.

We want everyone to go home better. We want better husbands. Better fathers. Better wives. Better mothers. Better homes for kids.

We want good, loving homes where everyone thrives.

Brock can run for a very long time. He’s an incredible athlete; that’s been made very clear. But he doesn’t want it to ever go to waste. It can’t stop at the finish line. It needs to come home.

Me, Summit, and Koda receive the fruits of his labor. He comes home better.

Our home is full of life, excitement, and love because he brings his lessons home to us. We all learn from him. We are all inspired by him. I come home better because of him. My boys get a better mom.

I always knew he had it in him. I believe Brock is capable of anything. I feel so special to be loved by him.

To everyone who sent messages, texts, and calls, we are lost for words. The support has been nothing short of overwhelming. We have read it all.

Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

This is just the beginning. We’ve got work to do. 💕

Come back better. ✨
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The growth that comes after exposure is where the real transformation begins
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I think hockey might be a new favorite of mine? This was one of the best nights! 

Big thank you 
@prodoughshop @utahmammoth 

#utahmammoth #prodough #hockey #utah #datenight
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161 miles in and they called it off. The race was over.

This weekend, @brockpainterco1 took on one of the toughest ultramarathons in the world: the Moab 240.

What was already going to be a brutal test of endurance turned into something nobody could have prepared for.

Torrential rain. Flash floods. Freezing temps. Winds strong enough to level trees.

Conditions got so dangerous that race organizers made the difficult decision to cancel the race. Brock was 161 miles in.

But Brock didn’t come this far to only come this far.

With the help of his family and crew, he mapped out an alternate route along safer roads because he had more to prove.

You see, Brock wasn’t out there to rip 240 miles and hang ‘em up. 

He was there to do some real hard stuff and in the process, become a better husband, father, and human being for the people in his circle.

And today, he put a bow on all 240 of ‘em. 

That’s the kind of stuff we believe in.

Do you need to run 240 miles? No. But you do need to put yourself in uncomfortable situations if you want to evolve (and running is a surefire way to get uncomfortable). 

Proud of you, Brock. You’ve reminded a whole lot of us what it means to be an underdog.

Full race recap coming soon.

’Til the Wheels Fall Off.

Thanks to @hybridshootz for the camera work 📸
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My brother @brockpainterco1 got word at mile 160 that the Moab 240 was canceled due to weather.

160 miles in & the race he poured months of training and money into was over. He didn’t even hesitate. He was finishing all 240 no matter what.

So as a team we found a safe route. And for the next 31 hours we made sure he got there.

I paced 30 to get him to 200.
My Dad took the baton and has the last 40 along with  my mom who ran 10 and wife who covered the last 15 with him. Finished in 92 hours.

Took a village to get him there.

Nobody would have blamed him for going home. The race was done. But in his mind he didn’t sign up for a finish line. He signed up to run 240 miles.
To me, thats the difference. When your why is bigger than the reward, it still counts when nobody else is keepin score. You finish what you started.

Proud of you brother. What an example for all of us.
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My final MOAB Update🏜️

Thanks for watching this weekend! 

#ultrarunning #trailrunning #moab
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