Once A Runner. John L Parker, Jr.

Wow, another running book.  Go figure.  🙂

This one is the first fiction running book I have read, and it is a great story about a college miler.  Beyond the fictitious story, you get a great view into the world of an elite level runner and some view into some of the more intense workouts.  It certainly captured my attention and kept me interested throughout.  And of course I as glad to see Cassidy, the main character, a fan of barefoot running.


  • A runner is a miser, spending the pennies of his energy with great stinginess, constantly wanting to know how much he has spent and how much longer he will be expected to pay. He wants to be broke at precisely the moment he no longer needs his coin.
  • He sought to conquer the physical limitations placed upon him by a three-dimensional world (and if Time is the fourth dimension, that too was his province).
  • If he could conquer the weakness, the cowardice in himself, he would not worry about the rest; it would come. Training was a rite of purification; from it came speed, strength. Racing was a rite of death; from it came knowledge.
  • She found it impossible to tell him that this simply wasn’t the way she had imagined it would be. She was not experienced enough to know that it rarely is.
  • There was no refuge in injury, his body could not be injured in this way. There was no refuge in mercy, there was nothing to forgive and no one to issue dispensation. And at last he saw: there was no refuge in cowardice, because he was not afraid. There was no alternative, it just had to be done.

Worth a read when you need to mix in something fast ,easy, and entertaining into a non-fiction reading list.

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