Herm would be the first to tell you he did not set out to be an influencer, but by preaching the good word of being comfortable in your own skin, he helped launch a physical and mental health revolution that encourages everyone to run and not give a shit what anyone else thinks (because—news flash—everyone is too caught up in their own stuff to give a hell what you look like, anyway). ‘At the end of the day,’ says Herm, ‘we all deserve the opportunity to run comfortably, run happily, and do this thing that we all love and enjoy.’
We couldn’t agree more. We sent the big dude some prompts.
Our gate broke, so this screwdriver will work instead of going to the store and fixing it properly. Honestly, stoked I got to show off this redneck ingenuity.
The Garmin morning report gets my full attention as soon as I get up. Probably not the best thing for the mental, but oh well.
Yeah, this area is a complete wreck. Lots of white shoes, though.
This is Tuque. He’s a wild dude, but we have a lot of fun together.
This one feels pretty self-explanatory.
My girlfriend, Alexis, is the smartest gal I have ever met. She is also the reason I am so into running and got going on social media. Wouldn’t be here without her. (Also, hot af).
The Not Yet Named Run Club loop with our squad! This loop has become a safe space for so many cool people to come together and share miles. Always a hoot.
In the kitchen cheffing up some meals. On a big chicken nuggies kick recently, though. 10/10 long-run fuel.
Alive and healthy.
I mean, we are stocked up on the three most important parts of eating: sodium, protein, and caffeine. Shoutout to Alexis for adding in the veggies and stuff.
This one is pretty great. I always carry a two-dollar bill on me for good luck, but I felt the need to get it tattooed. I really didn’t want a president’s face on me, so I wanted a smiley face. Also, instead of the normal numbers on a bill, I got the day I started running: 11/07/2022... But then I realized I told the artist the wrong date, so I’ll have to subtract a year from the 11/07/2023 on my leg for the rest of my life. I am glad I was born with the don’t give a fuck gene.
This dude just lays around all day, tracking in mud, farting, and puking all over. Sometimes he even shits inside. He’s gross, but we keep him around, and this gave me another excuse for a pic of him because I couldn’t decide on one.
It will always be crossing the finish line at the NYC marathon in 2023. Going from watching the race the year before at 300 lbs. and not having any aspirations of running it to coming back the next year and crossing the finish line. This moment is permanently seared into my being. You can do hard things.
