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I never would have guessed a novel about running could be this good, in fact I only started reading it becasue I thought it was a biography, then found out it was fiction when I went to look up who one of the runners was.

The way he writes about the appeal of being out there on the trails, chasing something that only exists when you're out there chasing it. Some strange mix of chasing happiness, or satisfaction, and running away from whatever demons are lurking in the corners of your being, and how when you're running it somehow lines up and suspends you between the two.

How he captures an experience that 99.999% will never be able to, that of being an olympic level runner, yet he captures it vividly enough that you feel like you do understand the experience. I mean, reading the climactic race, I could actually feel my heart rate rising towards a running level.

He beautifully describes the bittersweet beauty of chasing your peak physical ability, and how tied into the pursuit of that is that one day you'll inevitably lose it. How you can be not even sure why you're doing this relentless, difficult thing, other than the feeling of it is utterly irresistable and tied into your very being.