UPDATE:
When I first wrote this review, I gave it two stars, but I have upped it to three. The book was great when Rich Roll stopped telling his autobiographical story and focused on racing. In the last 50 pages, Roll writes about his participation in Epic 5. He and Jason Lester (a disabled athlete) completed five iron distance triathlons on five Hawaiian islands. The original idea was to do it in 5 days, but I think they did it in seven. That was good stuff.
ORIGINAL REVIEW:
For me, a large part of my enjoyment of an autobiography comes down to how much I like the person. I didn’t like Rich Roll very much, so I didn’t enjoy this book as much as I hoped. That is just a matter of my personal taste and the kinds of people and stories I want to read about it. It isn’t a reflection of the writing or the book itself.
I was irritated almost from the very beginning. The book begins with a dramatic race. I loved the beginning. It left me excited to read the book, but then, he continues with an overview of his transformation from middle aged, out of shape junk food attack to lean, vegetarian athlete. I didn’t quite buy it. It didn’t seem believable to me, but I can’t really call him out on it, because I know very little about being a vegetarian. However, Roll tells an anecdote, near the beginning about the run that simply can’t be believed. The backstory is that he had been increasing his exercise level a bit, but not running a whole lot. Prepared for only a short jog, one day, he goes on a trail and runs for 24 miles without food or water. He felt great, and the only reason he turned back at all was because he had an important phone call he couldn’t miss. The run was wonderful, and it changed the course of his life.
This story didn’t sit well with me at all. First, I don’t think it’s probable that an untrained person could run 24 miles, without stopping and without food and water. There is a limit to the amount of glycogen in our muscles. When glycogen is depleted, a person will have a very hard time moving forward. That is a physical fact. Training will cause adaptations in the body that improve the body’s efficiency and running economy. With training, a person could run 24 miles without food or water. An untrained person probably couldn’t do it at all, but certainly wouldn’t feel great doing it. If he would have said 20 miles, I would have been skeptical, but would have thought it was possible—maybe even 21 miles, but 24 miles is beyond the physical capabilities of an untrained body. Second, if an untrained person did run 24 miles at a pretty good clip (which is what he claims), even with proper nutrition, the next day that person would be very sore. Roll would have been so sore, that it would have been impossible to forget. Does it matter if he ran 10, 15, 20 or 24 miles? I think it does. It set the tone for the rest of the story. How much honesty could I really expect?
With that beginning, I did not have high expectations, but my fears of a dishonest representation didn’t end up being what I didn’t like for the next 75 pages. He went on to tell the story of his decline into alcoholism. I felt like it was honest, but I just didn’t like him. It is a story of a man with absolutely everything imaginable. He had a loving family with lots of money. He went to the best schools. (no scholarship-cash from Mom and Dad paid for a Stanford education) He was highly intelligent. He had talent and the God given disposition to seek excellence in his sport. Instead of living the good life and taking his talent to the Olympics, he made choices that would have landed any person of color in jail for the rest of his life. (For ex., He got 2 DUI, actually hitting a woman, but didn't receive one minute of jail time) He completely squandered his white privilege. What it comes down to is that I have no patience for rich people manufacturing a chaotic life for no reason. He cleans up his act, but, by then, I’m was at 35% and didn’t like him very much.
At that point in the the book, Roll tells of his entry into the world of endurance athletics. He doesn’t begin like most people, running a 5K, then 10K or even jumping into a half marathon. He, immediately, signed up for a marathon that he is unable to complete it due to lack of fitness and DNFs. He didn't try to figure out what went wrong. He just signed up for another marathon and DNFd, again. Instead of doing what would seem reasonable to anyone like maybe buying a book on training and conquering the marathon distance, he decides that in a mere 6 months he is going to train for one of the most elite ultra races in the world. It involves running not one but the equivalent distance of two marathons after days of swimming and biking. It is an invitational, so he calls the race director, and she just agrees to let him participate with absolutely no experience and two DNFs on the only two running races he'd ever attempted. He then, of course, hires one of the best trainers in the country.
People train for years to enter elite races. What he did was essentially the same as donating your way into Boston. It’s not criminal, but it is shady. That kind of entry doesn’t offer respect to people who worked years for the privilege of competing. His actions here describe who he is—privileged with expectations that the world bend to his whims and desires. I will most definitely finish this book, but it is going to have to go on the back burner for a while.