Sports books are usually bad, because sports are in general narratively dull. Yeah they have suspense sometimes, and a clear win/lose outcome, but these things feel kinda cheap compared to the messiness of life, where suspense is much less common than a sense of ongoingness and I have yet to determine a single instance in real life where there is a clear unqualified winner or loser of anything.
This is a running handbook. A queer running handbook. A handbook that queers running and handbooks, subverting the structure and coming up with new possible combinations and outcomes. Running of all sports is ripe for this, especially long distance running. Despite all attempts to make it fit regular sports narratives, people who run are very aware that it is just a practise that is never-ending and they don’t do it to stand on a podium but to explore possibilities within themselves that repetition might reveal. Within running there is a world beyond the win/lose binary; we might say that running queers sport?
Lindsey Freeman gets into it, in a very readable, fun, elegant and smart way. Running can be hapticality/touch, a weird messy friendship, a way to make/design loops in time, failure, more failure, softness, remembering.
If you liked Haruki Murakami’s running book you’ll like this. We need more works like these that open up what sports really are to 99 percent of people who don’t do them to win.
Ps - this book contains a very satisfying takedown of Malcom Gladwell. Worth it just for that.