A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen
Author: Christopher McDougall
Genre: nonfiction
Publication info: Alfred A. Knopf, 2010
Pages: 287
I've known about this book for a while, but I never thought I would get around to reading it. In fact, I may even have been avoiding it for a while. Being a runner myself (or at least having been one—my running hasn't been so great lately), books like this frequently catch my eye, but I was hesitant to pick this one up because of what I'd heard about its connection to the barefoot craze. This isn't to say I'm against barefoot running, but the fanaticism that I often see along with it is pretty off-putting.
Well, if just so happens that I came across this book on a vacation recently, so I decided to give it a shot. And guess what. I enjoyed it a lot more than I expected to. Christopher McDougall, it turns out, is a very engaging storyteller. Yes, Born to Run is, more than anything else, a story. It's not just an extended piece of argumentation like I expected.
What is the story? It all starts with the author asking himself, "How come my foot hurts?" He's a casual runner who is really trying to enjoy the sport, but a surging pain in his foot has made that goal a tad difficult to achieve. So he goes to doctor after doctor who all tell him that running is bad for you. Of course, that answer isn't good enough for him.
With his connections as a magazine writer, McDougall finds out about the Tarahumara, a tribe of native Mexicans who live in a place called Copper Canyons, near the U.S. border. Apart from the extreme hostility of the place they live in, what sets these people apart is that they're runners. All of them—young and old, male and female. And they're not just runners; they're dang good ones, regularly going on 60-plus-mile trail races with each other. Above all, they like doing it.
McDougall wants to learn everything he can from them, but to do so, he needs to find a mysterious man known only as Caballo Blanco, an American living among the Tarahumara. Caballo seems to be the only person that really "gets" the Tarahumara. Unfortunately, he is also just as distrustful of outsiders as they are. But he has a plan. A plan to organize the greatest ultramarathon ever, right on the Tarahumara's own turf. And he needs McDougall's help to do it.
That's the basis of the story. Along the way McDougall tells the stories of famous ultrarunners who end up getting involved. And he delves into topics such as barefoot running and the apparent fact that we humans are built to run long distances. But what I enjoyed most about this book was the story. What's really cool about it is that it all really happened (although I'm sure there is some embellishment). If you search around you can find some photos of the first-ever Copper Canyons race.
The characters are quirky and endearing, the story is suspenseful and engaging, the writing style is funny and clever—this book would make a pretty good novel. But I learned some things too. For one, there are a lot of points worth considering when it comes to barefoot running (including the fact that nobody likes a barefoot fanatic). Apparently the classic running shoe has conditioned us to run improperly, and that is why we get injured so often. You can tell that running shoe companies are starting to take these ideas seriously by their more recent products. I also learned that running should, above all, be a joyful experience. That may sound strange to you, and sometimes it does to me, but I think it would be a worthy goal to shoot for: to run just for the pure enjoyment of running.
A quick warning to readers: This book has a fair share of foul language. It's a shame, really. Everything else about the book is a lot of fun. Normally I wouldn't keep reading a book with this much offensive language, but for some reason I did. I hesitate to recommend this book because of the language, but on every other count it's great. Just consider yourself warned.
