When you finish this book, if you don't lace ‘em up and go out and run like the devil, then I'm a little worried about you. Born to Run is the story of the legendary long distance runners of Mexico, the Tarahumara - but it's so much more than that. It's the story of why we run, why we as a human race run. It's the story of people some would describe as crazy who run not for the prize money or even the accolades, but purely to see what their bodies can do. They run with joy, real elation, even as they approach the next five mile climb. They run marathons back to back, in the same day. They make friends with pain and their own demons and each other.
Born to run is the story of these reclusive ultra-marathoners of south of the border, but also of one specific race in their jungles, on their mountains. The book has the page turning quality of watching a race, even as the author inspires with language like this. "You can't muscle through a five-hour run that way; you have to relax into it, like easing your body into a hot bath, until it no longer resists the shock and begins to enjoy it." Or here's one of my favorites - "Everyone thinks they need to get wealth first, and then wisdom will come. But they have it backwards. You have to give your heart to the Goddess of Wisdom, give her all your love and attention, and the Goddess of Wealth will become jealous, and follow you."
This book is not like anything else I've ever read before, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Born to Run by Christopher Mcdougall.