I loved this book, even though I found some of it repetitious and, face it, Hillary Allen isn't exactly a literary writer, nor does she profess to be such. She's simply herself, and that's what makes this such a refreshing read.
Allen, an elite ultrarunner, suffers a traumatic and life-altering fall while competing in a competitive skyrace in Norway. She basically falls off the side of a mountain, her body slamming against rock over and over, before coming to rest in a snowfield. That she survives is miraculous. Her recovery back to running is even more so.
Allen takes us through the pain and discouragement, the hopes and failures, the grappling with confidence in such an intimate way I felt as if I were there, right beside her. Her best writing is when she allows the reader to see her vulnerabilities, and she does this well in the beginning, when she talks about her accident and recovery, and the ending, when she takes readers through some of her first mountain ultra races, and her almost paralyzing fears, her tears, her struggles.
The middle of the book, however, threatens to fall into self-help dogma at times and I found myself skimming these sections. Still, Allen has a lot of important things to say, and she doesn't shy away from difficult subjects such as her struggles with body image and an earlier eating disorder.
This is an imperfect book written by a woman with enough confidence to reveal her own imperfections, which means that in another way, it's an almost perfect book (if that makes sense).
Though I've followed Allen's running accomplishments for years, I totally fell in love with her while reading this. I wanted to send her a tweet and say, "Please be my running buddy, even though you are way, way, way faster than I'll ever be." It's that kind of book, one that gets under your skin and lodges there. I found myself crying numerous times while reading, another big plus.
I highly recommend this to runners, adventurers or anyone who has the courage to follow their dreams, wherever they may take them.