Our Collective Stories

The last time I saw my dad was September 10, 2001. What happened after that was a journey of grief that eventually led me to running.

After recovering from life-threatening hyponatremia, I decided to run a marathon. Now I'm a Boston qualifying finisher and earned my medal.

Ambassador Darla shares how one encounter with her PE coach in high school played a crucial role in her healing journey. Read her story.