Eat and Run: My Unlikely Journey to Ultramarathon Greatness [NOOK Book]


“In pursuing the mental side of endurance, Jurek uncovers the most important secrets any runner can learn.”—Amby Burfoot, author of The Runner’s Guide to the Meaning of Life

For nearly two decades, Scott Jurek has been a dominant force—and darling—in the grueling and growing sport of ultrarunning. Until recently he held the American 24-hour record and he was one of the elite...
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“In pursuing the mental side of endurance, Jurek uncovers the most important secrets any runner can learn.”—Amby Burfoot, author of The Runner’s Guide to the Meaning of Life

For nearly two decades, Scott Jurek has been a dominant force—and darling—in the grueling and growing sport of ultrarunning. Until recently he held the American 24-hour record and he was one of the elite runners profiled in the runaway bestseller Born to Run.

In Eat and Run, Jurek opens up about his life and career as a champion athlete with a plant-based diet and inspires runners at every level. From his Midwestern childhood hunting, fishing, and cooking for his meat-and-potatoes family to his slow transition to ultrarunning and veganism, Scott’s story shows the power of an iron will and blows apart the stereotypes of what athletes should eat to fuel optimal performance. Full of stories of competition as well as science and practical advice—including his own recipes—Eat and Run will motivate readers and expand their food horizons.

“Jurek’s story and ideas should easily manage to speak to and cheer on anyone seeking to live life as fully as possible.”—Denver Post

“A shockingly honest, revealing, and inspiring memoir.”—Trail Runner
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Scott Jurek is an elite marathoner who has won more than a dozen prestigious events, but his talent isn't the only thing that makes him seem singular. The man Runner's World calls "The King of Pain" says that though winning is important, he views running as a vehicle of self-discovery. Apparently, that process occurs on every level: In 1997, he gave up eating meat and two years later, he became a vegan. As unconventional as its champion athlete author, this autobiography combines jaunty reminiscences, philosophical reflections, training tips, and nutritional guidelines for physically active vegans. Now in trade paperback and NOOK Book. (P.S. Jurek's good spirits and valorous performances have won him more than 14,000 Facebook fans and 20,000 Twitter followers.)

Publishers Weekly
When celebrated runner Jurek, assisted by journalist Steve Friedman, begins his road to wellness and triumph in his book, he speaks candidly about the tortuous toll put on the human body by ultra-runners, namely cramps, black toenails, chaffing, and dehydration. Following a sickly Midwestern childhood and a mother diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, Jurek eventually transitions from skiing to long-distance running, entering his first marathon at age 20, weaning himself off of hypertension meds by switching from a protein diet to a vegan one. “What we eat is a matter of life and death,” the athlete writes; “food is who we are.” His achievements prove Jurek is doing something right, winning the 100-mile Western States Endurance run seven times, the 135-mile Badwater Ultra, the 153-mile Spartathlon in Greece, and setting an American record for running the most number of miles in a day. Blended with the pro running tips and marathons, Jurek serves up some of his original food recipes to power up the novice or the professional athlete on his way to the finish line in this life-changing track primer. Accessible and riveting, Jurek’s book makes the task of self-transformation look effortless, from illness to wellness, from reluctance to triumph, yet this hard-fought journey to consciousness is not a small feat. (June)
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"The surprise here isn't that Scott Jurek knows a lot about nutrition—I especially love his "Holy Moly Guacamole" recipe. Or that he ran prodigious mileage to prepare for his many ultramarathon victories. More impressively, we discover that Jurek studied many of the great philosophers, and used their lessons to focus his running. In pursuing the mental side of endurance, Jurek uncovers the most important secrets any runner can learn." —Amby Burfoot, winner of the 1968 Boston Marathon and author of The Runner’s Guide to the Meaning of Life

"What a triumphboth Scott Jurek's life and this one-of-a-kind book. I've seen Scott in action as he defies unimaginable challenges, and thanks to this breathtakingly personal account, I finally understand how he does it. He rebuilt himself literally from the inside out, and the result is a man—and a story—unlike any other." —Christopher McDougall, best-selling author of Born to Run

Library Journal
You don't need dead protein to be a great athlete; Jurek won the 100-mile Western States Endurance Run seven years in a row, all on a plant diet. Here he explains how he came to running and then to veganism. He's obviously one enduring guy, and this book is motivational in the larger sense. With a ten-city tour.
Kirkus Reviews
Advice- and vegan recipe-filled memoir from an ultramarathoner. As a child, Jurek frequently asked his father why he had to do chores instead of playing with friends. He invariably replied, "sometimes you just do things!" This phrase, repeated throughout the book, became Jurek's mantra through his many ultramarathons, where being merely physically fit isn't enough and psychological resiliency is a necessary component of success: "will wasn't just a matter of strength but a matter of run [an ultramarathon] mind was what mattered." The author begins with a frank account of lessons he learned from a difficult childhood with a strict father and a mother with multiple sclerosis. The middle of the book, mostly a description of Jurek's vegan diet and ultramarathons raced and won, shows the author at his least reflective. At a difficult moment in a race, his friend and frequent pacer Dusty Olson motivated Jurek by asking if he wanted to "get chicked" (to be outrun by a woman). The author brags that the term, Olson's coinage, is now a part of the ultrarunner vocabulary. Jurek briefly mentions his wedding and subsequent divorce but says nothing about his marriage, giving the impression that at the height of his career, training and winning were the only things that mattered. The divorce, combined with the death of his mother, contributed to a win drought; during these sections of the book, the author displays genuine introspection. Readers who push through the middle of the book will be pleased to find that Jurek has come to recognize that "a plate filled with guacamole and dinosaur kale will not deliver anyone from sorrow" and that achieving goals is often less important than striving toward them. Uneven, but patient readers will be rewarded with lessons about persistence and the joy of running.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780547722078
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 6/5/2012
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 16,907
  • File size: 10 MB

Meet the Author

SCOTT JUREK is a world-renowned ultramarathon champion who trains and races on a vegan diet. He has prominently appeared in two New York Times bestsellers, Born to Run and The 4-Hour Body, and has been featured on CNN and in the New York Times, USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, and numerous other media. Known and admired for his earth-conscious lifestyle, Scott is also a highly sought after motivational speaker, physical therapist, coach, and chef. He has delivered talks to numerous organizations, including Microsoft, Starbucks, and the esteemed Entertainment Gathering. He lives in Boulder.

STEVE FRIEDMAN is the author of Lost on Treasure Island, Driving Lessons, and The Agony of Victory and co-author of the New York Times bestseller Loose Balls. His work has appeared numerous times in The Best American Sports Writing. His website is

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I was a shy kid with high blood pressure. I grew into a skinny adolescent whom other kids teased and called “Pee-Wee.” I wasn’t the fastest kid in my school, or the strongest, or even the smartest. I was common as grass, longing for something I couldn’t even name. I was like everyone else, the same. Then I found something.
   I’m not going to offer any vague parables about inspiration and belief. I’m not going to promise you that if you want to achieve your dream, all you need is faith. No, I am going to show you—in concrete terms—how I transformed myself from the inside out and how you can do it too. Whether you’re a marathoner or weekend jogger, swimmer or cyclist, young or old, fit or fat, you can do this. I know because I did it.
   The story of my life is going to sound very familiar. Not in the details (unless you’ve found yourself face down in Death Valley, that is), but in the desire. It’s the tale of everyone who has ever felt stuck, of anyone who has dreamed of doing more, of being more.
   I was stuck like that a few years ago in one of the lowest, hottest spots on the planet. That’s where I’ll start my story. That’s where I’ll start your story.


The best way out is always through.
—Robert Frost

My brain was on fire. My body was burning up. Death Valley had laid me out flat, and now it was cooking me. My crew was telling me to get up, that they knew I could go on, but I could barely hear them. I was too busy puking, then watching the stream of liquid evaporate in the circle of light from my headlamp almost as fast as it splashed down on the steaming pavement. It was an hour before midnight, 105 incinerating, soul-sucking degrees. This was supposed to be my time. This was the point in a race where I had made a career of locating hidden reservoirs of sheer will that others didn’t possess, discovering powers that propelled me to distances and speeds that others couldn’t match. But tonight, roasting on the pavement, all I could summon was the memory of a television commercial I had seen as a child. First there’s an egg in someone’s fingers and a voice says, “This is your brain.” Then the owner of the hand cracks the egg, and as it sizzles and crackles onto a hot skillet, the voice says, “And this is your brain on drugs.” I saw that image in the scorching nighttime sky. I heard the disembodied voice. But what I thought was: “This is my brain on Badwater.”
   I had just run 70 miles through a place where others had died walking, and I had 65 more to go. I reminded myself that this was the point in the race where I was supposed to dust anyone foolish enough to have kept up with me in the first half. In fact, I had started this race intending to shatter its record never mind worry about winning it. And now I didn’t think I could finish.
   There was only one answer: Get up and run. Whatever the problem in my life, the solution had always been the same: Keep going! My lungs might be screaming for oxygen, my muscles might be crying in agony, but I had always known the answer lay in my mind. Tired tendons had begged for rest in other places, my flesh had demanded relief, but I had been able to keep running because of my mind. But not now. What had gone wrong?
   Running was what I did. Running was what I loved. Running was—to a large extent—who I was. In the sport I had chosen as avocation, career, obsession, and unerring but merciless teacher, running was how I answered any challenge.
   Technically speaking, I was an ultramarathoner. So I competed in any foot race longer than the marathon distance of 26.2 miles. In point of fact, though, I had fashioned a career from running and winning races of at least 50 miles, most often 100, and every so often 135 and 150 miles. Some I had led from start to finish, others I had stayed comfortably back until the point when I needed to find another gear. So why was I on the side of the road vomiting, unable to go on?
   Never mind my success. People had warned me that this race—this 135-mile jaunt through Death Valley—was too long and that I hadn’t given my body enough time to recover from my last race—a race I had won just two weeks earlier, the rugged and prestigious Western States 100 Mile. People had said that my diet—I had been eating only plant-based foods for seven years—would never sustain me. No one had voiced what I now suspected might be my real problem—that I had underestimated the race itself.
   Some ultras curve through level virgin forest, next to melodious streams, past fields of wildflowers. Some ultras occur in the cool melancholy of autumn, others in the invigorating chill of early spring.
   Then there were the ultras like the one that had felled me. Its proper name was the Badwater UltraMarathon. Competitors called it the Badwater 135, and a lot of people knew it as “the toughest foot race on earth.”
   But I hadn’t taken such talk too seriously. I thought I had run more difficult courses. I thought I had faced much faster, tougher competition. I had raced in snow and rain, won events in far corners of the earth. I had scrambled up loose rock, over peaks of 14,000 feet. I had hopscotched down boulder fields, forded across icy streams. I was used to trails that caused deer to stumble and falter.
   Sure, the Badwater flat-lined through Death Valley at the hottest time of the year. And yes, according to Badwater legend, one year when a shoe company handed out its product to all entrants, many of the soles supposedly melted on the scorching pavement.
   But that was just a story, right? And though the Badwater did sizzle and though it was longer than I usually race, its brutality was unidimensional. I was used to forbidding terrain, climate, and competition. Other ultras inspire not just reverence but fear. The Badwater? The truth is, a lot of the most accomplished and well-known ultrarunners had never run it. Yeah, Death Valley made it sound ominous, if not fatal, but when you are in a zone running at levels one might call superhuman, tales of danger and death aren’t uncommon. Ultrarunners liked the stories but didn’t dwell on them. We couldn’t.
   It wasn’t that I hadn’t prepared; in my line of work, lack of preparation was tantamount to self-abuse. I had purchased an industrial-sized sprayer so that I could be hosed down at regular intervals. I had worn specially designed heat-reflecting pants and shirt. I had guzzled 60 ounces of water (the equivalent of three bicycle bottles) every hour for the first 6 hours of the race. But those precautions were designed to shield my body. No industrial sprayer was going to protect my mind. And an ultrarunner’s mind is what matters more than anything.

Racing ultras requires absolute confidence tempered with intense humility. To be a champion, you have to believe that you can destroy your competition. But you also have to realize that winning requires total commitment, and a wavering of focus, a lack of drive, a single misstep, might lead to defeat or worse. Had I been too confident, not humble enough?
   Early in the race, after 17 miles, a marine who had dropped out saluted me as I ran past him because he knew my reputation. Another runner, a desert race veteran, dropped out about 30 miles later, right about the time he realized his urine was flowing dark as coffee. He knew my reputation, too. But my reputation wasn’t helping me now. Neither was my earlier confidence.
   The leader was a fifty-year-old ship pilot and cliff diver named Mike Sweeney, whose high dive training had included smacking himself on the head. Trailing him was a forty-eight-year-old Canadian baggage handler named Ferg Hawke, who was fond of quoting Friedrich Nietzsche.
   Journalists in the running press called me “the Real Deal.” But was I? Or was I a fraud?
   Moments of questioning come to us all. It is human nature to ask why we put ourselves in certain situations and why life places hurdles in our path. Only the most saintly and delusional among us welcomes all pain as challenge, perceives all loss as harsh blessing. I know that. I know that I’ve chosen a sport stuffed with long stretches of agony, that I belong to a small, eclectic community of men and women where status is calibrated precisely as a function of one’s ability to endure. Hallucinations and vomiting, to me and my fellow ultrarunners, are like grass stains to Little Leaguers. Chafing, black toenails, and dehydration are just the rites of passage for those of us who race 50 and 100 miles and more. A marathon is a peaceful prologue, a time to think and work out kinks. Ultrarunners often blister so badly they have to tear off toenails to relieve pressure. One ultrarunner had his surgically removed before a race, just in case, so he wouldn’t need to bother later on. Cramps don’t merit attention. Unless nearby lightning makes the hair on your arms and head stand up and dance, it’s nothing but scenery. Altitude headaches are as common as sweat and inspire approximately the same degree of concern (the death by brain aneurysm of one runner in a Colorado race notwithstanding). Aches are either ignored, embraced, or, for some, treated with ibuprofen, which can be risky. Combined with heavy sweating, too much ibuprofen can cause kidney failure, which usually results in ghostly pallor and, if you’re lucky, an airlift by helicopter to the nearest hospital. As an ultrarunner buddy and physician once said, “Not all pain is significant.”
   Ultrarunners take off at sunrise and continue through sunset, moonrise, and another sunrise, sunset, and moonrise. Sometimes we stumble from exhaustion and double over with pain, while other times we effortlessly float over rocky trails and hammer up a 3,000-foot climb after accessing an unknown source of strength. We run with bruised bones and scraped skin. It’s a hard, simple calculus: Run until you can’t run anymore. Then run some more. Find a new source of energy and will. Then run even faster.
   Other sports take safety precautions, but in ultramarathons, we have death-avoiding precautions baked into the enterprise. Most ultras are dotted with aid stations, where runners are tracked, sometimes weighed, and provided with snacks, shade, and medical checkups. The majority of races also include pacers, who are allowed to accompany runners in latter sections of the course (but only for advice and to keep them from getting lost, not for carrying food or water). Ultrarunners can—much of the time—bring support crews, men and women who provide food, water, updates on competitors, and reassurance that you can, in fact, continue when you are sure you will collapse.
   Nearly all ultras are run continuously, meaning that there is no point at which the clock stops and everyone gets to retire for a large plate of pasta and a well-deserved night’s sleep, like competitors in the Tour de France do. That’s part of the challenge and appeal of the event. You keep going in situations where most people stop. You keep running while other people rest.
   But that was my problem—it was other people who stopped to rest. Not me. But now it was me. I simply couldn’t go on.
   My buddy and support crew member Rick was telling me he knew I could do it. He was mistaken. What had I done wrong? Was it my training and lack of recovery? Was it my race schedule? Had my mental approach been wrong? Was it what I had been eating? Was I thinking too much?
   Ultramarathons give you plenty of time to think—that is, when you’re not watching out for mountain lions, avoiding sheer drops, or responding to grinning rocks and gibbering trees (which your mind can’t believe are mere phantasms). Stopping in an ultra, quitting, gives you even more time to ponder. But perhaps I wanted time to stop. Maybe I was meant to lie here on my back in the desert to question why I was running through an oven. Why was I subjecting myself to this torture?
   I started running for reasons I had only just begun to understand. As a child, I ran in the woods and around my house for fun. As a teen, I ran to get my body in better shape. Later, I ran to find peace. I ran, and kept running, because I had learned that once you started something you didn’t quit, because in life, much like in an ultramarathon, you have to keep pressing forward. Eventually I ran because I turned into a runner, and my sport brought me physical pleasure and spirited me away from debt and disease, from the niggling worries of everyday existence. I ran because I grew to love other runners. I ran because I loved challenges and because there is no better feeling than arriving at the finish line or completing a difficult training run. And because, as an accomplished runner, I could tell others how rewarding it was to live healthily, to move my body every day, to get through difficulties, to eat with consciousness, that what mattered wasn’t how much money you made or where you lived, it was how you lived. I ran because overcoming the difficulties of an ultramarathon reminded me that I could overcome the difficulties of life, that overcoming difficulties was life.
   Could I quit and not be a quitter?
   “You’ve done it before,” Rick said. “You can do it again.”
   I appreciated the optimism. I also appreciated its idiocy.

At another time, on another summer night, in another race, I might have gazed in wonder at the stars glittering against the velvety black night. I might have swiveled my head to peer at the snowy Sierra Nevada peaks looming like grouchy sentries on the edge of the endless desert and seen, not scowling defeat, but majesty. I would have moved toward the mountains’ dark, disapproving bulk until it had transformed to welcome.
   “My stomach,” I moaned. “My stomach.” A couple of my crew members suggested I should crawl into the coffin-sized, ice-filled cooler they had lugged up the road to get my core temperature down, but I had tried that already. Rick told me to put my feet in the air—that might help me feel better. He told me I should do it on the side away from the road so the other crews wouldn’t be able to see me, because their reports would only embolden their runners. Didn’t he realize that the other runners didn’t need emboldening? The guy with the reputation wasn’t going anywhere.
   Not moving was actually pleasant. It wasn’t nearly as shameful as I had imagined. It allowed me to ponder my hubris.
   If it had been a movie, this was the place where I would close my eyes and hear the faint, strangled voice of my bedridden mother, telling me she loved me and that she knew I could do whatever I wanted, and I would have flushed with shame, and then I would have heard the authoritative voice of my father, telling me, “Sometimes you just do things!” I would have risen to my elbows, shut my eyes, and pictured all the middle school kids who had called me Pee-Wee, and they would have melted into all the naysayers who had questioned me at the beginning of my career, who said that I was nothing to worry about, I was nothing but a flatlander. In that movie I would have risen to my knees and suddenly remembered who I was—I was a runner!—and I would have pulled myself up, stood tall, and started walking, then loping, into the thick desert night, chasing down the two seasoned veterans in front of me as a wolf chases doomed field
   I tried to puke some more, but it was all dry heaving, the type that is excruciating with every empty pump of the stomach.
   My crew and close friends told me to close my eyes and relax. Instead, I stared at the stars. Everyone and the desert disappeared. Loss of peripheral vision was one manifestation of dehydration and passing out. Was that what was happening? It was as if I was looking through a tunnel at a small circle in an infinite, glittery sky.
   My crew told me to take some little sips of water, but I couldn’t. I was thinking, “I don’t think this is gonna happen,” and then I heard a noise, and it was my voice saying what I was thinking: “I don’t think this is gonna happen.”
   The stars didn’t care. That’s another pleasure of running an ultra: the absolute and soothing indifference of the land and the sky. So I made a mistake? It wasn’t the worst thing in the world; the constellations weren’t gossiping about me. Maybe this would help me with humility. Maybe dropping out and being defeated would renew my spirit. Maybe cutting one race short was a good thing.
   If only I could have made myself believe that.
   Should I have listened to the trainers and doctors who said that athletes needed to fill their bodies with animal protein? Should I have trained less? I had thought I was invincible. I closed my eyes.
   I had been schooled by nuns, raised by a mother who had been sprinkled with holy water from Lourdes, hoping it would help her rise from her wheelchair. Now it was me who couldn’t rise.
   I hadn’t always been the fastest runner, but I had always considered myself one of the toughest. Maybe acceptance of my limits was the toughest thing of all. Maybe staying where I was wasn’t weak but strong. Maybe accepting my limits meant it was time to stop being a runner, to start being something else. But what? If I wasn’t a runner, who was I?
   I looked again at the stars. They had no opinion on the matter.
   Then, from the desert, a voice, an old familiar voice.
   “You’re not gonna win this fucking race lying down in the dirt. C’mon, Jurker, get the fuck up.”
   It was my old friend Dusty. That made me smile. He almost always made me smile, even when everyone around him was cringing.
   “Get the fuck up!” Dusty yelled, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
   “Sweeney is out there dying, and you’re gonna take that dude. We’re gonna take that dude!”
   I looked at my friend. Couldn’t he see that I wasn’t going to take anyone?
   He squatted, folded himself until our faces were inches apart. He looked into my eyes.
   “Do you wanna be somebody, Jurker? Do you wanna be somebody?”

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Table of Contents

Prologue xi
1. Somebody 1
Badwater Ultramarathon, Death Valley, California, 2005
2. Sometimes You Just Do Things 10
Proctor, Minnesota, 1983
3. For My Own Good 18
Caribou Lake Invitational, 1986
4. I’d Rather Ski 27
To Adolph Store And Back, 1986
5. The Pride of the Cake Eaters 37
Running Around with Dusty, 1991–92
6. The Wisdom of Hippie Dan 45
The Minnesota Voyageur 50-Miler, 1994
7. “Let the Pain Go Out Your Ears” 54
The Minnesota Voyageur 50-Miler, 1995; 1996
8. Attack of the Big Birds 62
The Angeles Crest 100, CALIFORNIA, 1998
9. Silent Snow, Secret Snow 72
Training for the Western States 100, Minnesota, 1999
10. Dangerous Tune 81
(More) Training for the Western States 100, Seattle, 1999
11. “Are You Peeing?” 91
The Western States 100, California, 1999
12. Bug Boy Goes Down 104
The Western States 100, 2000, 2001
13. Of Bears and Gazelles 123
The Western States 100, 2002 AND 2003
14. Hot Times 130
The Badwater Ultramarathon, Death Valley, California, 2005
15. These Guys Again? 142
The Copper Canyon, Mexico, 2005
16. No Good Deed Goes Unpunished 154
The Western States 100, California, 2006
17. Hunted by the Wasatch Speedgoat 164
The Hardrock100, Silverton, Colorado, July 2007
18. The Photographer Who Wasn’t There 175
Spartathlon, Athens, Greece, September 2007
19. Lost 192
Duluth, Minnesota, 2010
20. One Step at a Time 207
Slacking in Yosemite Valley, 2010
21. Back to My Roots 215
The Tongo Trail, 2010
Epilogue 221
IAU World 24-Hour Championships, 2010
Acknowledgments 229
Race History 230
Notes 235
Index 241

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2012


    I don't run ultramarathons but I love running. I always get asked why I run marathons and why do I choose to "torture" my body. I always find myself trying to find the right words to articulate how running has become a part of who I am. Scott Jurek does a wonderful job describing his love for running and sharing his own personal battles and accomplishments. I first learned of Scott, like many others, through reading Christopher Mcadougal's "Born To Run". His story resognated with me and inspired me to continue running and to expand my food knowledge. I love how at the end of each chapter he includes a recipe and a story about how that recipe came about. "Eat and Run" is a book that runners and non runners can enjoy. If you have ever struggled with overcoming obstacles, have goals you want to reach, want to start running, or just looking for yummy healthy recipes - this is a great book to read. Be ready to be inspired and have your eyes opened to a whole new world.

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  • Posted September 1, 2013

    I read this book after finishing Born To Run - another book I hi

    I read this book after finishing Born To Run - another book I highly recommend - and enjoyed it greatly for it insight into running and its inspiration. Simply put, it's a must read for anyone who runs or has an interest in becoming a runner. I credit this book for giving me the motivation to sign up for my first 5ks and 10ks, half-marathons and marathons, Tough Mudders, etc. Before, running was something I just did when I could. Now it's beginning to become a lifestyle much like eating and sleeping. Get this one for your library!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 24, 2012

    Great read that can change your life

    The book is not just about running and being a vegan. It is about Scott's journey to figure out why he runs. Not sure if he quite has it figured out yet but traveling through his life is worth the read. Plus he oncludes some great recipes that will have you exploring new foods.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 12, 2012

    I enjoyed this book from beginning to end. So much helpful runni

    I enjoyed this book from beginning to end. So much helpful running and eating advice intertwined with his life story. I admired him before I read the book but I have a whole new level of respect and admiration for him now. What an amazing athlete and person.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2012

    Not just a running journal but an examination of the connection between food, vitality, the earth and broader meaning and purpose. Covers the spectrum of human emotion.

    Thoroughly enjoyable read, a definite page turner. I enjoyed the constant break-aways from an exciting run to a recipe for healthy eating. If you liked "Born to Run" you'll enjoy this book also. Related to many of the questions the author examines in the book. Made me just a little happier to be a runner, part of a running community.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 27, 2015

    ¿Eat and Run¿ is an interesting look at the world of ultramarath

    “Eat and Run’ is an interesting look at the world of ultramarathons from one of the sport’s most prolific runners.  Taking the reader on a journey from his childhood through the time spent at the top of his profession, the author give insight on how he helped make himself into an ultramarathoner and take you along to all the highs and lows he’s faced in some of his bigger races.  This is a great read for runners or just anyone looking to make a change in their life.  Note that the end of the book has some of the recipes he’s mentioned throughout the story, so if you get the audio version of the book they’re read to you, but they’re a bit hard to follow and reference that way.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2014

    Good Read and Practical Advice

    If you're a runner and need some practical advice with food and exercise, as well as a good story to read, this book is perfect. It's easy to read. Scott Jurek has included recipes and exercises to help any runner do their best.

    Highly Recommended!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 14, 2014

    A book for everyone, not just runners!

    This book is very inspirational and motivational. Jurek's dedication to his sport and his lifestyle is commendable, and has made me want to BE better and DO Better.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2014


    This is a great book about the abuse ultrarunners seek and the pride that lives forever. The recipes are a great addition, but the race reflections and stories are amazing.

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  • Posted January 10, 2014

    I have an ultrarunner for 2 years and was looking to get to the

    I have an ultrarunner for 2 years and was looking to get to the next level. This book made me understand how much the diet count to achieve my goal. Scott Jurek is an inspiration; what he went through in life and how altruist he is, is great. I read Born to run after Eat and Run and I think the 2 books complete each other even if I have a little preference for this one. The funny thing is I am a meat guy and now I totally understand where Scott come from. I am becoming a new me, a better me thanks to Scott. Thank you 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2013

    Great book, great stories. Delving into the mind of an athlete

    Great book, great stories. Delving into the mind of an athlete like no other. Joining him on his rise to success as well as a fall from grace.
    This is the first book that I read that I was able to apply the nutritional information. He makes you want to be a better athelete and a better person by example.
    No preaching, no "how to". Just a bunch of "This worked for me".

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2013

    To Bruce

    Sorry next res!

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  • Posted November 27, 2012

    Really enjoyed the book.

    Has made me consider veganism.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 25, 2012

    Runninglight's Challenge chapter one

    Leapkit dashed out of the nursery almost knocking over the medicine cat. "Sorry Feathersong!" He called over his shoulder. He foucsed on Leafkit. His sister was ahead by two tail-lengths. They where racing to the other end on camp. He put on a burst of speed and over took her. "Hungry?" He asked her smiling. Leafkits brown pelt was covered in leaves from when she tripped earlier. Her green eyes flashed confusion. "No why?" "Your gonna eat my dust!" He yowled. Leapkit turned his head just to see the wall of camp before he slammed head first into the rocks. Then all was black.••• Leapkit groaned. His head hurt as well as his chest. He took in a breath and felt pain in his chest. He looked around. He was in a mossy nest with three others next to him. They were all empty. Next to him was a small pool. A pile of moss sat next to it. Suddenly their was a snap then a cat muttering angrely. Feathersong emerged. Thats when Leapkit realized he was in the medicine den. "Oh Leapkit! Your awake!" the grey she cat exclaimed. She set down a small white herb tht she had been carrying. "Feathersong what happened after i..." he trailed off. Feathersong sat down. She started sorting herbs that had been sitting at the enterence to the medicine cave. "Well Leafkit came to get me. Your mother carried you in. And thats pretty much it." She meowed. She pawed a pile of srong smelling herbs to the side. "What happened to me?" Leapkit asked curiously. He winced at another breath. "Well you have to broken ribs. From when you fell. And a bit of a broken jaw and nose." She looked away from him. "And will ve to.....miss your.....apprenrice ceremony." Leapkits head fell to his paws. He ignored the flash of pain it gave him. He had waited all his life for this. And now it was delayed.

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  • Posted September 6, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    A wonderful human being with a great character and extreme athletic abilities this book is a must read for everyone. It inspires healthy lifestyle and a journey which is meaningful and it rightly beigns under your own feet. Scott has done an exceptional job in sharing his journey of life and all the beauty associated. Thanks Scott!!!

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    Posted August 17, 2012

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2012

    We are enjoying this inspirational and motivating story. Recipes

    We are enjoying this inspirational and motivating story. Recipes are great. Especially enjoying the mushroom-lentil burgers.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2012

    Love this book!

    Very enjoyable and informative-great recipes too!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2012

    Interesting Read

    Slightly self indulgent, yet informative and thought-provoking

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