As a former competitive runner in my younger years, and a recreational runner since then, I really wanted to enjoy this book.
Runners, like most athletes, like to daydream about winning major competitions. We also dream about running for long stretches, on warm, sunny days, through forests and along beaches.
Young, tan, strong, injury-free, fast.
But, alas, this is not such a book.
Rather, it tells the real-life story of Markus Torgeby who was struggling with his contemporary world: school, athletics, family. All legitimate, as most folks can tell you. But the telling of this story is somehow fragmented. Perhaps a reflection of his mindset...he just could not figure out what was eating at him. The always-working father and MS-afflicted Mom certainly contributed to this dilemna.
So, he heads off to the forest (albeit within range of civilization) and sets up his life. Bear in mind, this is not the warm hills of Oregon. Oh no, this is the often-freezing, snowy forest of northern Sweden. Markus sets up in a teepee shaped tent, and lives mostly off the land.
And he runs. Often twice a day. But his musings about all of this are quite scattered. What is his purpose? Why running?
And then, off to Tanzania to train for 6 months with world-class athletes, once again in a bare-bones environment. Still no answers to the running. And now we add questions about why he determines he needs to lose weight by eating next to nothing. Anorexic?
In the end, Markus concludes that he just needed to shed most things we associate with contemporary life.
But I sure wish he would express a little more joy at running, through the forest, across a sandy beach, young, healthy, fast.