Christopher McDougall
Autor(a) de Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen
About the Author
Christopher McDougall, guest editor, is the best-selling author of Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen, and the forthcoming Natural Born Heroes.
Obras de Christopher McDougall
Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen (2009) 4,575 cópias
Natural Born Heroes: How a Daring Band of Misfits Mastered the Lost Secrets of Strength and Endurance (1800) 335 cópias
Girl Trouble: The True Saga of Superstar Gloria Trevi and the Secret Teenage Sex Cult That Stunned the World (2004) 21 cópias
Etiquetado
Conhecimento Comum
- Nome padrão
- McDougall, Christopher
- Data de nascimento
- 1962
- Sexo
- male
- Nacionalidade
- USA
- Locais de residência
- Pennsylvania, USA
- Ocupação
- author
war correspondent - Organizações
- Associated Press
Men's Health
Membros
Resenhas
Listas
Prêmios
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Associated Authors
Estatísticas
- Obras
- 10
- Membros
- 5,297
- Popularidade
- #4,702
- Avaliação
- 4.2
- Resenhas
- 254
- ISBNs
- 114
- Idiomas
- 20
- Favorito
- 1
A Harvard grad, rel="nofollow" target="_top">Christopher McDougall spent a number of years working for the AP in Africa, covering, among other things, the Rwandan genocide. Returning to the States, he began freelancing for magazines like Outside, the New York Times Magazine, and Men's Health. It was under the auspices of this last publication that McDougall initially headed down to Mexico, searching for legendary runners.
The story he discovers, and then becomes a part of, is truly remarkable. It's unlike anything I've come across before and may well change your perspective on running and the industry it has inspired. Like all good stories (which aren't about girls), this one involves a ghost. The fabulously named Caballo Blanco is a mythic figure in the southwest. Maybe an ex-fighter, maybe a criminal, he is definitely a white man who disappeared into the Mexican Copper Canyons by choice, by running. When McDougall finally tracks him down, Caballo is just the sort of character you're probably imagining, and he leads McDougall down a rabbit hole which ends at the feet of the Tarahumara.
"My eyes popped open to see a dusty cadaver in a tattered straw hat bantering with the desk clerk. Trail dust streaked his gaunt face like fading war paint, and the shocks of sun-bleached hair sticking out from under the hat could have been trimmed with a hunting knife. He looked like a castaway on a desert island, even to the way he seemed hungry for conversation with the bored clerk."
The Tarahumara, or Rarámuri as they call themselves, are native Mexicans and probably the closest thing to mythic warriors that our world still contains. They can run and run and run, vanishing into the twisting canyons they call home even as you look at them. They are enduring phantoms when they have a mind to be. As I read the book, I pictured them as living Greek statuary, perfect ideals that few mortals could ever rival. They are not the distant stoics of an ancient past, however. If they had come upon Pheidippides (who died running from Marathon to Athens), they likely would have helped him into the shade, given him a drink, and then run clear on into Poland. When they want to, the Tarahumara know how to have a whooping good time, fueled by homemade moonshine that sounds like it would degrease your engine and your brain.
Ultimately, this book is one of those rare and perfect mixtures of an inherently great story with exactly the right teller. McDougall's prose is both journalistic and engaging from the first page. Even as he takes a rather long diversion into the history and evolution of running shoes, you are perfectly willing to go along with him. Like Caballo Blanco, you are already so hooked on the mythos of the Tarahumara that you both want to get back to story and also learn what secret wisdom they remember which the world has forgotten.
"I eased my hydration pack off my shoulders and got ready to sit down and rest. Better take a break now till we see what’s next, I thought, dropping the pack at my feet. When I looked back up, we were surrounded by half a dozen men in white skirts and pirate blouses. Between blinks, they’d materialized from the forest."
As the book rounds the half-way mark, all that you have read and learned begins to coalesce into one of the finest pieces of sports writing I have ever read. Not only do you get to see the Tarahumara in full flight, on their home turf, but it turns into one of the greatest footraces of all time. A small, motley crew of the finest modern ultra runners arrive to toe the line with these ghosts of the desert. McDougall moves seamlessly from outside observer to participant and tells the final chapters with a determination and senseless joy any runner will recognize.
If you're already a runner, this book will make you love it more. If you're not a runner, there's a good chance this book will make you one.… (mais)