I like to run. And write. So, of course, I wrote a book about running, specifically about what it’s like to run with gazelles when you, yourself, are more like a walrus, both in profile and in pace.
If you don’t run, or are a gazelle and don’t like gingerbread even a little, there may be some other stuff in it you might like. It’s also about divorce, and parenting, and sanddollars, and massages by strange men, and how sometimes, you order a horse, but the life waiter brings you donkeys instead.
And that can be terrific in its own way.