Andrew’s memoir is an unflinching and compelling look at his Irish-Catholic upbringing and his drifting through adulthood. Throughout the pages and never far from the surface is his father—the man, the myth, the running guru. It’s the story of a son’s relationship with a father who is distant through much of his life. It’s also the story of a dying father reconnecting with his son. The book is well-written. It’s a memoir—so, perhaps, a disclaimer is needed. This is Andrew’s version of the truth. Even so, it paints a picture of his father that is much more complex and interesting than the celebrity running guru persona that I knew. I will be the first to admit that I often go for the sappy and sentimental, but this book had me at the end.

Thanks for bringing this book to our attention. Will be interesting to see a different perspective.