I suspect the usual audience for a run memoir is runners, of the current or former variety. Running can be dreary enough without actually reading about it. (Dancing about architecture, anyone?) So, right off the bat, Tom Foreman’s My Year of Running Dangerously has a bit of an uphill battle with a significant portion of the reading public. Foreman makes a respectable effort at chronicling the descent into madness that is running.
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