It’s the story of the Tarahumara Indians of Mexico’s Copper Canyons. It’s also the story of the author’s quest to cure his running injuries. And it’s the story of one of the coolest ultra races ever recorded, and the lucky few who ran it.
What I love about this book is the way in which McDougall weaves his tale.
And there is great running knowledge too, about stride, injuries, the shoe industry, nutrition, and what to do if one is lost, hungry and face-to-face with what appears to be a gunky pond of bacteria.
The book is funny, entertaining and telling. I loved it! I couldn’t put it down.
McDougall comes across as “one of us”. Just a guy who likes to run and gets annoyed when his foot hurts. He wants to go farther, but it hurts. All of that leads him to Mexico, and the little-known, very quiet, Tarahumara, who are arguably the greatest runners on earth. It also leads him to Caballo Blanco, another guy “just like us”, who happened to decide that living hidden in the mountains – running everywhere – was a better way to go. And the list and stories go on.
They all converge in the dramatic conclusion; a race that matches Scott Jurek (not just like us) with the greatest of the Tarahumara runners.
It’s an adventure that any one of us would have loved! It was almost as fun to read as it must have been to experience. OK. Maybe not. But this one is worth it.
Most enjoyable running book I have ever read, without question.