Now, any non-moron knows who the guy is, but not only does Jurek frustratingly refuse to dish out the dirt, he doesn't even give us an inkling of emotion. Example? His wife finally up and leaves him (perhaps because our fair Jurek was too busy training, racing, and winning) because she's in love with another man. The parts where the book momentarily borders on interesting are too few and far between.

The point is, shut the fuck up, eat, and enjoy life.

Oh wait, that's right, he got wasted and fell from a balcony to his death, so he actually doesn't give a fuck about his diet at all. *Yummay*.Īnd isn't it just such Western snobbery to refuse food and get all crampy about your diet? I mean, you don't see Kenyan running champion Samuel Wanjiru following a special diet. unless they're organic, in which case they're fertilized with feces. I mean, his whole claim that eating cows and chickens is bad because the animals are injected with hormones and antibiotics? Well, dude, you're probably right, but let's not forget that your prized vegetables are doused in pesticides. Though Jerker never gets too douchebaggy about his diet, he does get irritating. And while I do buy into Jurek's plant-based diet thing, it's really not going to stand between me and my weekly cheeseburger. I don't really care about a book that's nothing more than an ongoing list of Jurek's trail-running triumphs, broken up by the occasionally interesting vegan recipe. But you'll need the willpower of an ultra marathoner to get through this one.and getting the to last page will probably feel like crossing the finish line in a 100-mile ultra, too. He's a great runner and he just seems like a really nice guy.

Eat and run jurek