My brother Bob, a huge runner from when running wasn’t cool, gave me this book. It was written back in 1978 and is recently back in print.
It is novel about running and runners written back during the days of “no pain, no gain” and “pain is what weakness feels like as it leaves the body,” and “sweat is just your fat cells crying.” The plot doesn’t really matter, it is about running by real runners.
The book starts our really slow. One problem is that the author seems to have gotten a brand new thesaurus and is really giving it a workout plus he is pulling the stops on every simile, metaphor, adjective, and adverb he has ever heard about. About halfway through the book though the author starts writing in a more natural style and the story grabs you and pulls you through to the end.
The book is about obsession, dedication, and hard work and has the best description of running a race I’ve ever read (not that I would know a thing about running a race.)
Buy this book (or get it from your library), and read it. You’ll like it.
I rate it 3.5 stars out of 4.













