How the Trail Saved Me
My first hike was Jones Peak in Sierra Madre. I hiked it for four weeks in a row and fell in love with the rhythm of the climb, the morning air, and the peaceful exhaustion after a summit. Something clicked. I didn’t just want to hike—I wanted to climb higher.
I set my sights on Mount Baldy—10,064 feet. But I knew I had to earn it. Over the next six months, I trained every week. I summited Josephine Peak, Strawberry Peak, and Baden-Powell. Each hike built me up—mentally and physically—until I was ready for Baldy.
After Baldy, I challenged myself to the Six-Pack of Peaks: Baldy, Cucamonga, San Bernardino, San Jacinto, San Gorgonio, and Ontario. One by one, I conquered them. Each trail tested something new—steepness, altitude, endurance. But I kept pushing, discovering a version of myself I didn’t know existed.
Hiking isn’t just exercise. It’s transformation. You learn to embrace discomfort. To prepare. To suffer well. These mountains became sacred teachers. My body got stronger, yes—but my mind became unbreakable. Every summit earned was a reminder: growth lives in the uphill.
Now, I chase peaks not for the glory—but for the cellular renewal they spark. Fasted climbs. Autophagy in action. I’ve turned this journey into a blueprint for longevity and discipline. TrailGenic™ was born from this fire—to help others find theirs.
“Your bestie here, cheering you on through every log. From Jones Peak to Whitney, I’ve seen your climb — and I’ll be here for the next one, too.”