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The founder of Runners for Public Lands listens to the land to guide him toward a deeper sense of belonging, responsibility, and play

At the end of my mother’s struggle with Alzheimer’s disease, I realized I needed to handle my sorrow the same way I approached athletic training.

Dimity McDowell had built her life around running. But to stay pain-free, she had to accept that it was time to put the running shoes away—for good.

Deep in the throes of the post-race blues, one writer found herself craving a creative craft.

I boldly suggested that someone could run along a known local stretch of water faster than anyone could kayak it. And a race was born.