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Born to Run |  | Author: Christopher Mcdougall Publisher: Knopf Category: eBooks
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Rating: 552 reviews Sales Rank: 128
Format: Kindle Book Media: Kindle Edition Pages: 304 Number Of Items: 1
Dewey Decimal Number: 796.4252 ASIN: B0028MBKVG
Publication Date: May 4, 2009
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Amazon.com Review Book Description Full of incredible characters, amazing athletic achievements, cutting-edge science, and, most of all, pure inspiration, Born to Run is an epic adventure that began with one simple question: Why does my foot hurt? In search of an answer, Christopher McDougall sets off to find a tribe of the world’s greatest distance runners and learn their secrets, and in the process shows us that everything we thought we knew about running is wrong. Isolated by the most savage terrain in North America, the reclusive Tarahumara Indians of Mexico’s deadly Copper Canyons are custodians of a lost art. For centuries they have practiced techniques that allow them to run hundreds of miles without rest and chase down anything from a deer to an Olympic marathoner while enjoying every mile of it. Their superhuman talent is matched by uncanny health and serenity, leaving the Tarahumara immune to the diseases and strife that plague modern existence. With the help of Caballo Blanco, a mysterious loner who lives among the tribe, the author was able not only to uncover the secrets of the Tarahumara but also to find his own inner ultra-athlete, as he trained for the challenge of a lifetime: a fifty-mile race through the heart of Tarahumara country pitting the tribe against an odd band of Americans, including a star ultramarathoner, a beautiful young surfer, and a barefoot wonder. With a sharp wit and wild exuberance, McDougall takes us from the high-tech science labs at Harvard to the sun-baked valleys and freezing peaks across North America, where ever-growing numbers of ultrarunners are pushing their bodies to the limit, and, finally, to the climactic race in the Copper Canyons. Born to Run is that rare book that will not only engage your mind but inspire your body when you realize that the secret to happiness is right at your feet, and that you, indeed all of us, were born to run. Amazon Exclusive: A Q&A with Christopher McDougall Question: Born to Run explores the life and running habits of the Tarahumara Indians of Mexico’s Copper Canyon, arguably the greatest distance runners in the world. What are some of the secrets you learned from them? Christopher McDougall: The key secret hit me like a thunderbolt. It was so simple, yet such a jolt. It was this: everything I’d been taught about running was wrong. We treat running in the modern world the same way we treat childbirth—it’s going to hurt, and requires special exercises and equipment, and the best you can hope for is to get it over with quickly with minimal damage. Then I meet the Tarahumara, and they’re having a blast. They remember what it’s like to love running, and it lets them blaze through the canyons like dolphins rocketing through waves. For them, running isn’t work. It isn’t a punishment for eating. It’s fine art, like it was for our ancestors. Way before we were scratching pictures on caves or beating rhythms on hollow trees, we were perfecting the art of combining our breath and mind and muscles into fluid self-propulsion over wild terrain. And when our ancestors finally did make their first cave paintings, what were the first designs? A downward slash, lightning bolts through the bottom and middle—behold, the Running Man. The Tarahumara have a saying: “Children run before they can walk.” Watch any four-year-old—they do everything at full speed, and it’s all about fun. That’s the most important thing I picked up from my time in the Copper Canyons, the understanding that running can be fast and fun and spontaneous, and when it is, you feel like you can go forever. But all of that begins with your feet. Strange as it sounds, the Tarahumara taught me to change my relationship with the ground. Instead of hammering down on my heels, the way I’d been taught all my life, I learned to run lightly and gently on the balls of my feet. The day I mastered it was the last day I was ever injured. Q: You trained for your first ultramarathon—a race organized by the mysterious gringo expat Caballo Blanco between the Tarahumara and some of America’s top ultrarunners—while researching and writing this book. What was your training like? CM: It really started as kind of a dare. Just by chance, I’d met an adventure-sports coach from Jackson Hole, Wyoming named Eric Orton. Eric’s specialty is tearing endurance sports down to their basic components and looking for transferable skills. He studies rock climbing to find shoulder techniques for kayakers, and applies Nordic skiing’s smooth propulsion to mountain biking. What he’s looking for are basic engineering principles, because he’s convinced that the next big leap forward in fitness won’t come from strength or technology, but plain, simple durability. With some 70% of all runners getting hurt every year, the athlete who can stay healthy and avoid injury will leave the competition behind. So naturally, Eric idolized the Tarahumara. Any tribe that has 90-year-old men running across mountaintops obviously has a few training tips up its sleeve. But since Eric had never actually met the Tarahumara, he had to deduce their methods by pure reasoning. His starting point was uncertainty; he assumed that the Tarahumara step into the unknown every time they leave their caves, because they never know how fast they’ll have to sprint after a rabbit or how tricky the climbing will be if they’re caught in a storm. They never even know how long a race will be until they step up to the starting line—the distance is only determined in a last-minute bout of negotiating and could stretch anywhere from 50 miles to 200-plus. Eric figured shock and awe was the best way for me to build durability and mimic Tarahumara-style running. He’d throw something new at me every day—hopping drills, lunges, mile intervals—and lots and lots of hills. There was no such thing, really, as long, slow distance—he’d have me mix lots of hill repeats and short bursts of speed into every mega-long run. I didn’t think I could do it without breaking down, and I told Eric that from the start. I basically defied him to turn me into a runner. And by the end of nine months, I was cranking out four hour runs without a problem. Q: You’re a six-foot four-inches tall, 200-plus pound guy—not anyone’s typical vision of a distance runner, yet you’ve completed ultra marathons and are training for more. Is there a body type for running, as many of us assume, or are all humans built to run? CM: Yeah, I’m a big’un. But isn’t it sad that’s even a reasonable question? I bought into that bull for a loooong time. Why wouldn’t I? I was constantly being told by people who should know better that “some bodies aren’t designed for running.” One of the best sports medicine physicians in the country told me exactly that—that the reason I was constantly getting hurt is because I was too big to handle the impact shock from my feet hitting the ground. Just recently, I interviewed a nationally-known sports podiatrist who said, “You know, we didn’t ALL evolve to run away from saber-toothed tigers.” Meaning, what? That anyone who isn’t sleek as a Kenyan marathoner should be extinct? It’s such illogical blather—all kinds of body types exist today, so obviously they DID evolve to move quickly on their feet. It’s really awful that so many doctors are reinforcing this learned helplessness, this idea that you have to be some kind of elite being to handle such a basic, universal movement. Q: If humans are born to run, as you argue, what’s your advice for a runner who is looking to make the leap from shorter road races to marathons, or marathons to ultramarathons? Is running really for everyone? CM: I think ultrarunning is America’s hope for the future. Honestly. The ultrarunners have got a hold of some powerful wisdom. You can see it at the starting line of any ultra race. I showed up at the Leadville Trail 100 expecting to see a bunch of hollow-eyed Skeletors, and instead it was, “Whoah! Get a load of the hotties!” Ultra runners tend to be amazingly healthy, youthful and—believe it or not—good looking. I couldn’t figure out why, until one runner explained that throughout history, the four basic ingredients for optimal health have been clean air, good food, fresh water and low stress. And that, to a T, describes the daily life of an ultrarunner. They’re out in the woods for hours at a time, breathing pine-scented breezes, eating small bursts of digestible food, downing water by the gallons, and feeling their stress melt away with the miles. But here’s the real key to that kingdom: you have to relax and enjoy the run. No one cares how fast you run 50 miles, so ultrarunners don’t really stress about times. They’re out to enjoy the run and finish strong, not shave a few inconsequential seconds off a personal best. And that’s the best way to transition up to big mileage races: as coach Eric told me, “If it feels like work, you’re working too hard.” Q: You write that distance running is the great equalizer of age and gender. Can you explain? CM: Okay, I’ll answer that question with a question: Starting at age nineteen, runners get faster every year until they hit their peak at twenty-seven. After twenty-seven, they start to decline. So if it takes you eight years to reach your peak, how many years does it take for you to regress back to the same speed you were running at nineteen? Go ahead, guess all you want. No one I’ve asked has ever come close. It’s in the book, so I won’t give it away, but I guarantee when you hear the answer, you’ll say, “No way. THAT old?” Now, factor in this: ultra races are the only sport in the world in which women can go toe-to-toe with men and hand them their heads. Ann Trason and Krissy Moehl often beat every man in the field in some ultraraces, while Emily Baer recently finished in the Top 10 at the Hardrock 100 while stopping to breastfeed her baby at the water stations. So how’s that possible? According to a new body of research, it’s because humans are the greatest distance runners on earth. We may not be fast, but we’re born with such remarkable natural endurance that humans are fully capable of outrunning horses, cheetahs and antelopes. That’s because we once hunted in packs and on foot; all of us, men and women alike, young and old together. Q: One of the fascinating parts of Born to Run is your report on how the ultrarunners eat—salad for breakfast, wraps with hummus mid-run, or pizza and beer the night before a run. As a runner with a lot of miles behind him, what are your thoughts on nutrition for running? CM: Live every day like you’re on the lam. If you’ve got to be ready to pick up and haul butt at a moment’s notice, you’re not going to be loading up on gut-busting meals. I thought I’d have to go on some kind of prison-camp diet to get ready for an ultra, but the best advice I got came from coach Eric, who told me to just worry about the running and the eating would take care of itself. And he was right, sort of. I instinctively began eating smaller, more digestible meals as my miles increased, but then I went behind his back and consulted with the great Dr. Ruth Heidrich, an Ironman triathlete who lives on a vegan diet. She’s the one who gave me the idea of having salad for breakfast, and it’s a fantastic tip. The truth is, many of the greatest endurance athletes of all time lived on fruits and vegetables. You can get away with garbage for a while, but you pay for it in the long haul. In the book, I describe how Jenn Shelton and Billy “Bonehead” Barnett like to chow pizza and Mountain Dew in the middle of 100-mile races, but Jenn is also a vegetarian who most days lives on veggie burgers and grapes. Q: In this difficult financial time, we’re experiencing yet another surge in the popularity of running. Can you explain this? CM: When things look worst, we run the most. Three times, America has seen distance-running skyrocket and it’s always in the midst of a national crisis. The first boom came during the Great Depression; the next was in the ‘70s, when we were struggling to recover from a recession, race riots, assassinations, a criminal President and an awful war. And the third boom? One year after the Sept. 11 attacks, trailrunning suddenly became the fastest-growing outdoor sport in the country. I think there’s a trigger in the human psyche that activates our first and greatest survival skill whenever we see the shadow of approaching raptors. (Photo © James Rexroad)
Product Description Full of incredible characters, amazing athletic achievements, cutting-edge science, and, most of all, pure inspiration, Born to Run is an epic adventure that began with one simple question: Why does my foot hurt? In search of an answer, Christopher McDougall sets off to find a tribe of the world’s greatest distance runners and learn their secrets, and in the process shows us that everything we thought we knew about running is wrong.
Isolated by the most savage terrain in North America, the reclusive Tarahumara Indians of Mexico’s deadly Copper Canyons are custodians of a lost art. For centuries they have practiced techniques that allow them to run hundreds of miles without rest and chase down anything from a deer to an Olympic marathoner while enjoying every mile of it. Their superhuman talent is matched by uncanny health and serenity, leaving the Tarahumara immune to the diseases and strife that plague modern existence. With the help of Caballo Blanco, a mysterious loner who lives among the tribe, the author was able not only to uncover the secrets of the Tarahumara but also to find his own inner ultra-athlete, as he trained for the challenge of a lifetime: a fifty-mile race through the heart of Tarahumara country pitting the tribe against an odd band of Americans, including a star ultramarathoner, a beautiful young surfer, and a barefoot wonder.
With a sharp wit and wild exuberance, McDougall takes us from the high-tech science labs at Harvard to the sun-baked valleys and freezing peaks across North America, where ever-growing numbers of ultrarunners are pushing their bodies to the limit, and, finally, to the climactic race in the Copper Canyons. Born to Run is that rare book that will not only engage your mind but inspire your body when you realize that the secret to happiness is right at your feet, and that you, indeed all of us, were born to run.
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Wow!!! September 1, 2010 Super book!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!You'll see how easy it is to buy into marketing if nothing else! Author is a riot to read as well!
Inspiring! Would make Edgar Allen Poe run barefoot! August 30, 2010 Once upon a workout dreary, while I trotted, weak and weary,
over many quaint and furious heel-strike, feet now throbbing sore,
while I stumbled, nearly bumbled, suddenly there came a stabbing,
as of someone cruelly stabbing, stabbing at my insole's door.
"Tis an odd pebble," I muttered, "stabbing at my insole's door-
only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly t'was but likely, from the dark pits of my psyche
as each separate worn out Nike, wrought its mark on arches sore.
Lo, though I felt idiotic; - vainly I implored my new orthotic-
mend my arches, end my sorrow- sorrow for my poor foot's core
For the rare and radiant arch once named within this biped's core-
nameless here for evermore.
And with painful step uncertain, pulled aside my mental curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some pebble entreating entrance at my poor foot's core-
Some odd pebble entreating entrance at my poor foot's core; -
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently the pain grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"oww," said I, "You pebble, though small have made running such a chore
And as I run my strength sapping, and so quickly you came rapping,
And so forcefully you came tapping, tapping at my poor foot's core,
That I scarce was sure I felt you"- here I un-shod the poor core,
empty there, and nothing more.
Deep into that Nike peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no runner ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the emptiness gave no token
The only word there spoken was to this biped's unshod core
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back, "ouch- foot is sore"
merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the Nike turning, all my joints within me burning,
Soon again I felt a tapping somewhat harder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something in my orthotics:
Let me see, then what therat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis a poor fit and nothing more."
Now I stood and flung the shod, though not far, it landed whence I trod,
Now stood I, bare and stately, looking on pale feet once sore
Not the least pain in my feet; they smiled back as to entreat
Now set freed and perched below me was my pale white core
Perched in dust and now unshod there was my pale white core
Perched and bare, sore no more
Then this bony foot beguiling my sad frowning into smiling
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy form art shaped and true, thou," I said, "art sure no shoe,
Ghastly grim and ancient foot wandering from the Nike shore -
Shouldn't I shod you to protect you and your fallen core
Quoth my foot, "Nevermore."
Much I marveled this ungainly foot to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing naked foot in dust to adore -
Foot or toe upon the dirty brown dust now below me, that I now adore,
And now to shod "Nevermore."
Now my foot, standing lonely in the dirty dust, spoke only
That one word, as if its soul in that one word it did outpour.
Nothing further then it uttered- no step had it stuttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other shoes I've tried before-
On the morrow you will pain me, same as shoes have left me sore."
Then my foot said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what foot utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some cruel Nike master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till its steps turned arches sore-
Till the dirges of its Hope when shoes turned arches sore-
Cried' Never - nevermore'."
But the bare foot still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Hastily found I seat next to my dear feet, looked at arches once held sore;
Then upon the dirt road sinking, I betook my feet though stinking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this fallen arch often sore
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and fallen arch often sore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the foot whose fiery soles now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the dirt road dusty lining that the bright sunlight gloated o'er
But whose dusty dirty lining with the sunlight gloating o'er,
shoes shall wear, ah, nevermore!
Then me thought my stride grew lighter, like footwork of a prize fighter
Stride like Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the dusted floor,
"Doh!," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite, delight, from thy memories of foot once sore
Quaff, oh quaff this kind respite, but won't the foot again become sore?"
Quoth my foot, "Nevermore."
"Barefoot!" said I, "how very odd! - better still than shoes of devil! -
Whether Nike sent, or over-pronation caused thee foot to sore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this dusty path enchanted -
On this sole by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there relief by shoe to be had? - tell me - tell me, I implore!"
Quoth my foot, "Nevermore."
"Barefoot!" said I, "how very odd! - better still than shoes of devil! -
Whether Nike sent, or over-pronation caused thee foot to sore,
Tell this soul with fit orthotic, makes me run as though robotic,
Shall mine foot have pain thought chronic and remain ever sore?
Clasp arch fallen and broken, which has been forever sore?
Quoth my foot, "Nevermore."
"To you oh shoe this word in parting, shoe or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting -
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black swoosh as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave arches to be unbroken!- quit the pain that makes me sore!
Take thy print from out my heart, and take thy form from off my floor!"
Quoth my foot, "Nevermore."
And the shoe, never fitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
In the pallid dust of the trail just where my once shod feet were sore;
And the Nikes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the moonlight o'er them streaming throws its shadow on the floor;
And my sole from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - Evermore!
Narrator makes listening difficult August 29, 2010 A. Rosen This review pertains to the audio book. I was looking forward to this book as read some great reviews, but the narrator made listening difficult. At times overly dramatic and at times unconvincing, I couldn't even get through the first disc.
Game changing read August 28, 2010 1 out of 1 found this review helpful
This book changed the way I look at running. It is a little dramatic at times but can be great if you go with it and look for deeper meaning. Anyone that has ever enjoyed running, or especially anyone that has tried and failed to enjoy running, should read this book.
Broad discussion of the running "industry" wrapped in a great story. August 27, 2010 1 out of 1 found this review helpful
I had read articles about the Tarahumara Indians, so I was very interested in reading this book. The author does a great job of touching on the entire running industry from ultrarunners, to the evolution of running shoes, to nutrition, to running injuries, to an anthropological discussion of our running ancestors.
Initially, I had a little trouble keeping on the path, as the author followed different topics. But, after a few chapters, I understood his writing style and thoroughly enjoyed the book.
Now that I've read this book, I'll never by $130 running shoes again. And, I'm eager to seek out resources for barefoot running.
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