Chevaughn Dixon was born in Kingston, Jamaica and spent most of his childhood between the bustling city and the rural Trelawney Parish before migrating to Yonkers, NY at age 13. Chev is an avid runner, cyclist, horticulturist, and professional kayaker. He is also the Director of the Hudson River Riders, a program that promotes access to nature for BIPOC people in the community. This June, Chev is kicking off the 2nd edition of the Hudson Valley Challenge (HVC), an annual multi-day human-powered expedition that celebrates community and highlights the recreational beauty of the Hudson Valley region of New York.
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Between training sessions, recent features on Outside, and environmental and social equity activism on Chev’s plate, we caught up with him for a quick Q&A to learn how he not only handles, but thrives in the outdoors.

Originally from northern Detroit, and now proudly a North Carolinian, Rebecca Miller has certainly found consistency in her running routine over the past year. Not only has she been busy crafting cold treats at NoDa Brewing Co. as one of the Brewers, but she also just completed her 52nd 5K race in as many weekends as she snagged race shirts, medals, PRs, and endless memories along the way.

​We caught up with Rebecca to ask her a few questions about her experience, what she’s learned over the past 365 days, and what’s next!

I recently ventured into the world of the 12-hour endurance run.  You know, the kind where you run the same loop over and over at a set start time.  For 12 hours.  For no real apparent reason. Oh, and this race also had a twist, after each loop the lap clock decreased by 9 seconds, so you have to progressively get faster to keep from being eliminated.  Admittedly, my primary motivation in signing up for this race was the t-shirt (who doesn’t want a dinosaur race shirt?) so it’s fair to say I did not fully appreciate this challenge going into it.  It seemed like a fun way to get in a long run with friends on the weekend.  (Spoiler alert I was not the last runner standing so if you’re reading this for race tips no need to read further.)

It didn't take long before we were hiding in the bushes. Heavy machinery and watchful eyes lumbered down the rocky road below us. I suppose that's what we deserve for attempting to ride a closed road. But to our credit, we were on bikes and obviously, traffic rules don't apply. My brother, laying horizontal behind a log on an exposed hillside, couldn’t stop smiling. He was able to briefly escape the turmoil of medical school at the University of Washington to join me in Idaho for an annual get-together. This year’s objective was to ski the Devil’s Bedstead, a prominent peak in the Pioneer mountains of Central Idaho.