Several years ago, I tried running. Or jogging, as it was in my case. I’d always had an admiration for runners and wanted to try it for myself. I failed miserably but still kept my admiration for those who were able to pound the pavement and make it all seen effortless.
Recently, the morning crew at the gym started raving about a book entitled “Born to Run,” a book about athletes and running. Pavel sent me a Kindle version but I didn’t have a way to read it until Steve got one for his birthday. After a few weeks, he was kind enough to leave it at home on my days off so I could enjoy it. I started reading “Born to Run” last week and was hooked. I have never been so interested in a book in a long time.
It’s not just about running, athletes and a reclusive tribe; it’s more about passion, peace and love. I found myself thinking about it when I was at work and racing home to read another chapter or two before Steve got home. I finished it this morning and admit I love it so much I’d start it over again if it wasn’t for the fact my mom just gave me an excellent book for my birthday.
Rather than tell you more about this book, I would encourage you to just read it for yourself. You don’t have to be a runner, aspire to run or even be athletic to be enthralled by the unique cast of characters you’ll find in this book. If you read it, let me know what you think!