One sure way to see more of the world? Stay nimble. Master minimalist travel and you鈥檒l be ready for every opportunity. You鈥檒l also learn that the minimalist mindset is about more than just having less stuff. Once you learn how little you need to be comfortable and well-prepared, you鈥檒l be more open to spontaneous adventures. Use these packing tips to lighten your load and get going.

Choose the Smaller Bag

Fact: You鈥檒l fill whatever space you give yourself, so start with a minimalist bag. Packed well, a 35-liter backpack with multiple compartments will give you all the space you need for multiple days on the road, without weighing you down if you need to run to catch a train.

Try Compression Cubes

Compression cubes allow you to pack more clothes in less space, thanks to expansion zippers that compress the layers you fold inside. Be sure to get听multiple-sized cubes that help you pack more while staying organized.

Embrace DIY Laundry

Packing light often means repeated wearings of certain layers. Fortunately, small items like socks and underwear can be hand-washed in a sink on the fly. Do your laundry before going to bed and hang clothes to dry overnight.

Choose Multipurpose Items

Save space by packing items that pull double duty. Just like your phone doubles as your camera, certain shirts perform well on hikes and look good at dinner. Choose a performance-minded button-down with perforation for breathability and enough style to blend in during a night on the town. The doubles as a water bottle and blender for protein shakes.

Snack Smart

Finding new foods and restaurants is one of the great joys of traveling, but you also need snacks to stay fueled while you鈥檙e on the go. For a protein-rich boost, pack , which comes in powder form for efficient packing. It mixes with water to make a refreshing fruit-flavored drink with 90 calories and 20 grams of whey protein isolate per scoop. With just five ingredients and no fat, artificial flavors, or added sugars, the formula delivers a simple, delicious drink that鈥檚 easy to make鈥攋ust add powder to 10 to 16 ounces of cold water and shake鈥攁nd tastes nothing like a typical protein milkshake.

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Thirteen years after the publication of Christopher McDougall’s popular book, Born to Run, the author teams up with renowned running coach Eric Orton for , a fully illustrated, practical guide to running for everyone from amateurs to seasoned runners, about how to eat, race, and train like the world’s best. Born to Run 2 will be available on December 6, 2022, but you can read this excerpt from the book.

Chapter 8: Form鈥擳he Art of Easy

Eric promised he could teach running form in ten minutes. If I had to estimate, I鈥檇 guess he was miscalculating by a factor of at least 7,000 percent, so I subjected his proposition to lab testing and gave it a try myself:

• I pulled up 鈥淩ock Lobster鈥� on my phone.
• I took about a half-step away from the wall, and hit Play.
• I began running in place to the beat.

I hit Pause and checked my watch. Then I tried it again. Each time, I found Eric鈥檚 estimate to be wildly exaggerated. It wasn鈥檛 even close to ten minutes. More like five.

One song. One wall. Three hundred seconds. If someone had only shared this secret with Karma Park, it could have saved her a world of misery.

Karma was such a disaster, the Navy honestly couldn鈥檛 tell if she was a terrible runner or a terrific actor. How she even made it into boot camp was a mystery.

The strange thing was, running was her only weakness. Chuck her out of a boat at sea? No problem. Pull-ups, push-ups, crunches? Piece of cake. Karma was a competitive swimmer and varsity wrestler growing up, so two-hour workouts were in her blood. But ask her to run a mile and a half? In under thirteen minutes? Not a chance. Over and over she tried, and every time she ended up walking, grabbing her ribs from stitches and wincing from aches in her legs.

鈥淚鈥檓 pretty sure the recruiter fudged the numbers on my Physical Readiness Test so she could get me in,鈥� Karma believes. 鈥淚 finished the run and thought, Oh crap, I鈥檓 a minute too slow, and she鈥檚 like, 鈥楴o, no, you鈥檙e good.鈥� 鈥�

When Karma got to basic training, she gritted her teeth and did her best. The Navy was her ticket to a dream life, so there was no way she was giving up. Karma was twenty-five at the time, with a wife in law school and hopes of becoming a surgeon. The surest path toward financing their future was a career in the military. Besides, she had a debt to pay back. Karma came to America from South Korea at age eleven, and while, yeah, maybe Alabama wasn鈥檛 the most welcoming place for a foreign kid with budding gender issues, Karma was still deeply grateful for the life her family was able to create there.

鈥淚 really wanted to serve this country,鈥� she says. 鈥淏ut in boot camp I was in and out of sick bay all the time.鈥� Karma chanted the drill instructors鈥� mottoes to herself鈥�Pain is only skin deep! Heel to toe! Heel to toe!鈥攂ut the harder she pushed, the more she broke down. 鈥淎t first maybe they were checking that I wasn鈥檛 dogging it,鈥� Karma recalls. 鈥淚 can see how I would be suspected because I feel that other recruits faked it to get out of running, but I was in so much pain, they knew something else was going on.鈥�

Finally, Navy doctors diagnosed Karma with chronic hip displacement. She was ordered to report to the long-term sick bay, where she鈥檇 be stuck for as long as it took鈥攁 month, six months, a year鈥攆or her to either heal or quit. Those were her options: get better, get faster or get out.

Karma was crushed, but privately vindicated: ever since she was young and her mom would sign the whole family up for local 5Ks as a way of assimilating into their new home, Karma knew she couldn鈥檛 run. 鈥淢y dad and I would walk at the back of the pack, and I thought, This is the most ridiculous thing ever. We have cars and bikes, why are we running? I was really fit in all the other aspects of PE, but with running, I tried and tried and never got any better.鈥�

Back in civilian life, Karma struggled. She put her own education on hold and began managing a Subway so her wife could finish law school. She began putting on weight, but when she tried to exercise, her old leg injuries flared up and she finally discovered the real cause of her pain was rheumatoid arthritis. The medication made her lethargic and bloated, and her body ached so badly she needed a cane to walk.

Karma was in a bad spiral that nothing could stop. Except her wife鈥檚 lover.

鈥淢y wife had an affair with a guy who was really fit,鈥� Karma says. 鈥淲hen I confronted her, she told me I was fat. That hit me really hard.鈥� So hard that after she and her wife separated, Karma decided to punish herself with the thing she detested most. 鈥淚 decided to drown my emotional pain by subjecting myself to physical pain,鈥� she says. 鈥淲hen I left the Navy I swore off running鈥�I hate it hate it hate it, never running again. This time, I decided to run myself ragged into an early grave. I hated myself and hated running, so this is what I鈥檒l do.鈥�

For once, Karma鈥檚 injuries came to the rescue. Her legs seized up before her heart, and while she was searching for a new way to beat on herself, she had the enormous good luck to meet Sheridan. With that amazing woman by her side, parts of Karma that she hadn鈥檛 even realized were hurting began to heal. For the first time, she had the confidence and support to face her gender identity and begin transitioning to the self that had always been buried.

She also resolved, once again, to get back into shape.

If you鈥檙e keeping score at home, by now Karma has struck out three times as a runner. Over the years, I鈥檝e heard a lot of stories like this from busted ex-runners鈥攁nd lived one myself鈥攂ut this is the first instance where I thought, okay, maybe it鈥檚 time for the mercy rule to kick in and let it go for good. But against those odds, Karma stepped up again. When Sheridan gave birth to their first son, Karma set her jaw and decided their baby wasn鈥檛 going to grow up with a parent hobbled with a cane or gone before their time.

鈥淭hat鈥檚 how I began my journey into learning how to run properly,鈥� she says.

This go-round, Karma attacked the problem from a different angle: What if her brain was the problem and not her body? Karma is a math whiz and comes from a medical family, so she was a little annoyed at herself for not realizing sooner that if your equation keeps giving you the wrong result, adding the same numbers isn鈥檛 going to help. Rather than running harder, she thought, maybe there was a way she could run smarter.

Her eureka! moment occurred soon after, when she noticed that her legs hurt more on downhills than ups. That鈥檚 when it hit her: What if she treated the entire planet like a hill? Get up on her forefoot, in other words, instead of heel-toe, heel-toeing it like she鈥檇 always been told.

鈥淲hen I mentioned this to a friend, she immediately said, 鈥楬aven鈥檛 you read Born to Run? That鈥檚 what it鈥檚 all about.鈥欌€�

Karma picked up a copy, and there, on page 181, she found the role model who would change her life. Not Ann Trason, the courageous science teacher who nearly outran a team of Rara虂muri runners in the Leadville Trail 100. Not Scott Jurek, the gracious and unbreakable hero who rose from a rough Minnesota childhood to become the greatest ultrarunner of all time. Karma didn鈥檛 even see herself in Jenn Shelton, that patron saint of human fireballs, or Caballo Blanco, the lovelorn loner who used running to heal a broken heart.

Nope. When Karma looked into the mirror, grinning back at her was Barefoot Ted.

I鈥檓 not happy about this now, but when Caballo Blanco and I first met Ted McDonald, we were ready to Rock-Paper-Scissors over who was going to clunk him on the head and chuck him into the canyon. Ted likes to say 鈥淢y life is a controlled explosion,鈥� which only confirmed my conviction that he has no idea what 鈥渃ontrol鈥� means.

I was slow to see what Jenn and Billy Bonehead and Manuel Luna liked about Ted. It took a few clashes before I finally got it, including a toe-to-toe shouting match in the middle of Death Valley, where I threatened to leave Ted by the side of the road to die while he was yelling in my face, 鈥淚 don鈥檛 care how big you are! I鈥檒l fight you!鈥濃€攁t the very moment, by the way, when we were supposed to be crewing for Luis Escobar in the Badwater Ultramarathon.

But I couldn鈥檛 miss the fact that lots of other people really enjoy him. Ted is a lot on a slow day, but he鈥檚 also a huge-hearted friend and his own kind of genius. When I sent word to Ted that a group of my Amish ultrarunning buddies were traveling through Seattle en route to a Ragnar Relay, he immediately threw open the doors of his Luna Sandal shop and made them at home in an improvised bunkhouse. Nearly every year, Ted travels back down to the Copper Canyons and hands a wad of cash to Manuel Luna, the Rara虂muri artisan who taught him how to make huaraches. Not because they鈥檙e partners; because they鈥檙e friends.

Still, it was gratifying to see that Luis had as much steam shooting out of his ears as I did after we invited Ted to join us in Colton for our photo shoot. For forty-eight hours we couldn鈥檛 get a yes or no out of the guy, which would have been fine if he鈥檇 just stayed silent as well. Instead, Luis and I kept getting cryptic little teaser texts, like digital art smiley faces that dissolved from our phones a few seconds after appearing. It felt less like waiting for a friend to show up (or not) and more like being stalked by the Zodiac Killer.

Then lo and behold, an Amtrak train pulls into San Bernardino station and out pops Barefoot Ted, a big Santa Claus backpack full of sandal-making supplies over his shoulder. He鈥檇 spent six hours getting there, and immediately began hand-crafting a gorgeous pair of custom sandals for each of our volunteer models. While his hands were busy, so was his mouth: Ted cut loose with a thirty-minute spoken-word performance that left us all slack-jawed in astonishment as he prattled on, fluently and kind of brilliantly, about everything that had been rattling around inside his skull while he was captive on the train. (鈥淭urning everything you see into food is a superpower. Do you have it?鈥� is the only line I remember.) Soon after finishing a dozen sandals he was gone, grabbing a lift back to Santa Barbara that same night because, unbeknown to us, he鈥檇 had a pressing commitment there all along. What a guy.

As a runner, Ted was a true revolutionary. He was so far ahead of the pack when it came to minimalism, the rest of the country took years to catch up. Not that he didn鈥檛 make a compelling argument from the start. It鈥檚 just that in typical Ted fashion, the story took a direction only a man who calls himself The Monkey would follow.

If you recall, Ted only began running in the first place because he dreamed of becoming America鈥檚 Anachronistic Ironman. Which meant, for reasons known only to Ted, he wanted to spend his fortieth birthday completing a full triathlon (2.4-mile ocean swim, 112-mile bike ride and 26.2-mile run) but only using gear from the 1890s. If Ted has one quality greater than his raw athleticism it鈥檚 his absolutely bulletproof self-confidence, so when he found he could handle the swimming and cycling but not the running, the problem couldn鈥檛 be his body: it had to be the running.

Close: it was actually the running shoes. The first time Ted ran barefoot, his planetary axis shifted. 鈥淚 was totally amazed at how enjoyable it was,鈥� Ted says. 鈥淭he shoes would cause so much pain, and as soon as I took them off, it was like my feet were fish jumping back into water after being held captive.鈥�

On a barefooter鈥檚 blog, he found the Three Great Truths:

• Shoes block pain, not impact.
• Pain teaches us to run comfortably.
• From the moment you start going barefoot, you will change the way you run.

Change the way you run …

That was the opposite of everything Ted had ever been told about running, but everything Ted had ever been told about running wasn鈥檛 working. Besides, it immediately made sense. No decent basketball player just heaves the ball in the air and hopes for the best. No serious tennis player slashes their racket around like a club. Ted had spent a few years as a teacher in Japan, and he knew that sushi chefs and martial artists spend years perfecting the basic steps of their craft. In the world of movement, form and technique reign supreme.

Ted didn鈥檛 know any barefoot runners in person, only online, so he set off on this quest for reinvention on his own. He found himself in the same predicament as a Czech soldier he鈥檇 heard about who, during the Second World War, spent his long nights on guard duty dreaming of Olympic glory. Rather than stand and shiver, the soldier began running in place, lifting his knees high to clear the snow and, to avoid being heard, landing as silently as possible in his heavy boots.

Back home after the war, the soldier replaced slippery snow with wet laundry: he washed his clothes by running on top of them in a bathtub full of soap and water. (Get a load of that, Mr. 100 Up: one sloppy stride in a sudsy tub and you鈥檙e not starting over, you鈥檙e heading to the emergency room.)

Those weird home experiments paid off spectacularly. Coached only by his own ingenuity, Emil Zatopek pulled off the most stunning track performance in Olympic history: at the 1952 Games, he won gold in all three distance events, including the first marathon he ever attempted.听

Despite how fast he ran, Emil took a ton of crap about how awful he looked. Upstairs, Zatopek was a horror. He鈥檇 get this grimace on his face, one sportswriter said, 鈥渁s if he鈥檇 just been stabbed through the heart.鈥� Zatopek鈥檚 head lolled around and his hands clawed his own chest like he was birthing an alien baby through his rib cage. But what sportswriters missed was that below the waist, Zatopek was a machine: rhythmic, precise, impeccable.

Ted never did get around to his Anachronistic Ironman鈥攏ot yet, at least鈥攂ut otherwise, he was unstoppable. Once he realized that running was a skill to be mastered and not a punishment to be endured, he became a Monkey on a mission.

Before long, he鈥檇 ripped out a marathon quick enough to qualify for Boston, and then ran Boston quick enough to qualify for the next one, and from there it was onward and literally upward, as he shifted from long roads to high-mountain ultramarathons.

But what Karma envied most wasn鈥檛 Ted鈥檚 remarkable twenty-five-hour finish at the Leadville Trail 100, or his out-of-left-field world record for skateboarding (242 miles in twenty-four hours). She didn鈥檛 care if she ever ran as fast as Ted. She just wanted to be as healthy. She wanted to follow his footsteps from Hurt Ted to Happy Ted.

鈥淚 made a conscious decision to fully embrace forefoot running,鈥� Karma says.

Maybe embrace isn鈥檛 the right word. Since May 3, 2014, Karma hasn鈥檛 missed a single day of running. Every evening, no matter what kind of storm is blowing through Birmingham, Alabama, no matter if she鈥檚 fighting a cold or dealing with craziness at the medical office she manages, Karma pulls on her sandals and heads out the door.

Her eight-year-and-counting streak began in true Barefoot Ted fashion: bizarrely. Less than a year after changing her form, the woman who swore she鈥檇 never run again was bringing home her first marathon medal. Gone was the cane, forgotten was the specter of crippling arthritis. By changing the way she moved, Karma discovered she could change the way she felt. She soon ramped up from a marathon to a 50K, and that鈥檚 when things took off. The day after that first ultramarathon, Karma decided to test her soreness by jogging an easy two miles. She was surprised to find her legs actually felt better after that run, so she went out again the next day … and the next … and thus a streak was born.

To maintain her daily running streak, Karma logs at least one mile a day, but that鈥檚 just her baseline. During her first year of streaking she also tackled three ultramarathons, and then began creating streaks within her streak: she ran five miles a day for a full year, seven miles a day for ten months, and three miles a day for 1,300 days. Despite all these clicks on her odometer, Karma still felt she needed to borrow one more hack from Barefoot Ted: as a reminder to remain smooth and light, she always runs in a pair of his Lunas.

Karma had never actually met Ted in person until the day he hopped off the train in San Bernardino and blew into our photo shoot like a grinning bald tornado. Ted is usually quick on his feet, but when he came eye to eye with Karma, it took him a few beats to get his bearings.

The person who鈥檇 reached out to Ted years ago had never felt at home in her body and was facing two frightening transformations. The Karma in front of Ted today had made it through to the other end. In the past, Karma had looked to Ted for hope and guidance. Now, she deserved something very different. Ted understood, and delivered.

鈥淚f you have any questions, ask Karma,鈥� Ted said, as he addressed the circle of very experienced and accomplished ultrarunners hanging on his every word about the art of minimalist running. 鈥淪he knows as much as I do.鈥�

This is an excerpt from 听by Christopher McDougall and Eric Orton, available on December 6, 2022 by听Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of听The听Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. Copyright 漏 2022听by听Christopher McDougall and Eric Orton.

About the Authors:听

Christopher McDougall covered wars in Rwanda and Angola as a foreign correspondent for the Associated Press before writing his best-selling book, Born to Run. His fascination with the limits of human potential led to his next works, Running with Sherman and Natural Born Heroes, and his 国产吃瓜黑料 magazine web series, 鈥�Art of the Hero.鈥�

Eric Orton鈥檚 experiences with the Tarahumara and his study of running, human performance, strength, and conditioning have led him to the cutting edge of the sport and made him a go-to for athletes everywhere. The author of The Cool Impossible and former fitness director for the University of Colorado Health Sciences Center, Orton personally trains athletes from recreational racers to elite ultramarathoners. He lives in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.

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