Alexandra Heminsley had high hopes: the arse of an athlete, the waist of a supermodel, the speed of a gazelle. Defeated by gyms and bored of yoga, she decided to run. Very funny, very honest and very emotional, whether you’re in serious training or thinking about running for the bus, this is a book for anyone who after wine and crisps for supper a few too many times thinks they might . . . just might . . . like to run like a girl.
I was never the athletic type, growing up. Team sports never appealed to me due to lack of coordination, lack of desire, lack of self esteem, just all around lacking-ness. During graduate school, I knew that I needed to do something to get (and then stay) fit, and I happened upon running. I didn’t have to go to the gym, I didn’t have to be around other people (it is no secret that I am an introvert), and I could go at my own pace. Turns out — I LOVE running.
Heminsley’s book is so relatable — I remember my first time shopping for running shoes, and it was remarkably similar to hers. I remember the feeling of completing my first full mile, and the sudden desire to run longer, farther, faster, better. I still get that feeling with each mile I complete. Heminsley writes honestly about the trials and challenges, but what comes across most is the sheer pleasure she gets from her runs. Her account of the London Marathon reignited my thoughts of running a marathon myself. In addition to the ups and downs of running, she includes a section answering common questions and giving realistic and actually helpful tips.
This book is not “a book about how to run, written by an expert runner” — it is a book about why a normal, everyday person would want to run and why you can (and maybe should) do it too.