I wasn't going to review "A Runner's High" but just give it a star rating and move on. I've heard criticisms of anonymous people who take time to write up a review of a book they hated, and I partly agree. But I didn't hate Karnazes' book; I just found it mediocre. And potential readers are entitled to honest reviews so they truly know what to expect. I liked "A Runner's High" enough to finish it. I am personally a long-distance and sometime ultrarunner, so the subject intrigued me. I've been familiar with Karnazes' exploits for years, but this was the first of his books I've read, so maybe others are better. I love reading and watching videos of the Western States 100, and perhaps the most comprehensive race report of WS makes up the last third of "A Runner's High." But first, the title and subtitle of this book are totally inaccurate. "A Runner's High" is actually an account of one ultra Karnazes does leading up to WS and then an account of Western States itself. The whole book takes place over the span of a few months. There are very few runner's highs in it, and it does not depict Karnazes' lifetime. While there are a few flashbacks, the title is misleading. Secondly, the writing is flat-out bad. I'm an English major, albeit out of school for 25 years, but I felt myself cringing anytime Karnazes tried to add metaphors. They were unoriginal and added nothing to his descriptions. It's almost as though a high school English teacher told a student to add similes and metaphors, so the student did so without understanding why. Karnazes' dialogue was also stiff and wooden. Dialogue is supposed to enhance the characters, but in "A Runner's High," all the characters sounded alike. I guess I don't care what your book is about: if you can't write well then don't write a book. "A Runner's High" left me feeling like it was yet another money grab from a niche runner who's found a way to monetize his passion. Don't get me wrong - I'm fine with shameless self-promotion. Why not get paid for doing something you love? But then Karnazes makes sure to point out multiple times in the book how annoying it is when people ask him for selfies and autographs. You can't have it both ways. I feel like a good editor would've kept him from his worst impulses, like the clunky metaphors and moments that make him look like a spoiled child. But maybe the editor couldn't contend with Karnazes' ego, which is my biggest gripe with this book. Maybe the author thought everything about his writing was great and didn't allow any changes. I was put off by Karnazes' judgments about anyone who wasn't, well, him. He thought his way of turning running into a career was the only way, and he made some very pointed comments about people with "normal" jobs, how this was soul-sucking, he'd rather be dead, etc. Maybe this hit close to home, because I have one of those office jobs. Sure, I'd rather be running, racing, but my soul-sucking job pays pretty well and has good benefits. When I made the choice to get married and have children, I also made a choice to support them financially and emotionally. Everything, I believe, should be in balance. Karnazes' running career seems to have tipped out of balance, to the detriment of his family life. He admits to some distance from his wife and son, yet he can't understand why they are largely indifferent to his running pursuits. He won't meet them on their terms. His son was a football player in high school, and Karnazes mentions going to the games but not being supportive of Nick. The only way he can seem to bond with his son is through racing, after Nick agrees to crew him at WS. Throughout "A Runner's High," there's a sense of fear from the author that he has put all his eggs in one basket - the running career - and it's passing him by. In the meantime, he's sacrificed his relationships with his own family. Karnazes seems most pleased with his eighty year-old parents because they'll drop everything and support him in his running quests. Again the selfishness grates. I fully commend Karnazes for pushing the sport of ultrarunning forward, and he's accomplished a lot. Online comments of him being slow are unfair. He's maybe not the fastest runner, but his endurance is inspiring. His ego is not, along with some of his views. The author seems much happier when WS was a local race; he doesn't like that it's grown to become international, and his description of a French runner he encounters is flat-out insulting. The sport is leaving Karnazes behind, and maybe that's a good thing.