This is the first book of 2018 for me but I must say I have been a bit disappointed. I was hoping it would be a bit more insightful about the sense of rhythm that running gives you and how you can then transfer it to the other areas of your life. I got my hopes high when I read the chapter title “Most of What I Know About Writing Fiction I Learned by Running Everyday,” for example, but the text turned out to be covering mostly the mundane details of Murakami’s marathons and daily jogs. (The blurb calls it “equal parts travelogue, training log, and reminiscence.”)
I wouldn’t see it as a waste of time still (wasn’t long anyway), and I actually enjoyed reading some bits, like:
“When I’m criticized unjustly (from my viewpoint, at least), or when someone I’m sure will understand me doesn’t, I go running for a little longer than usual. By running longer I can physically exhaust that portion of my discontent. It also makes me realize again how weak I am, how limited my abilities are. I become aware, physically, of my low points. And one of the results of running a little farther than usual is that I become that much stronger. If I’m angry, I direct that anger to myself. If I have a frustrating experience, I use that to improve myself” (20).
The very end sounds like fluffy self-help but this is more along the lines of what I have been expecting. I like going for long walks and I’ll try to remember that next time I get nasty comments from a reviewer.