I’m not just a runner, I’m an evangelical proselytising runner. In my world everyone has a marathon in them, running is so great everyone should do it. Turns out I’m right!
Chris MacDougal was plagued with afflictions common to modern runners, and was told by a myriad of orthopaedic surgeons and physiological specialists that running was just bad for him. Not willing to accept his fate and go back to his sofa, MacDougal went on a physical and emotional journey that took in the extreme and eccentric world of ultra-running, meeting runners as varied as surfer chick Jen Shelton and American-gone-native Caballo Blanco, on his quest to run with the legendary Tarahumara Indians of north-western Mexico.
What? You say you’re not a runner? You should still read this book. It’s a fascinating study of the evolution of humans, why the ‘Running Man’ survived when Cro-Magnon man died out, how humans can out-run any other animal on earth, and why if you don’t have a kind heart you probably won’t ever love running. The stats presented on how fitness has declined in twentieth and twenty-first century America, and how the running shoe industry has helped create endemic plantar fasciitis, shin splints, Achilles tendonitis et al are shocking.
Runner or not, if by the end of this book you’re not itching to put on your shorts, get outside and feel the wind in your hair, there’s something wrong with you.