From Nothing to 26.2 Miles

You don’t have to be a runner to read this book. You just have to be someone who wants more.

Jim Driscoll never ran in school. Never ran as an adult. At 45 he was overweight, out of breath, and out of excuses. Then his black lab Lucky started dragging him around the neighborhood — and something quietly changed.

What followed was one frozen, rain-soaked, lightning-delayed, pneumonia-inducing, mini-donut-fueled journey from a man who couldn’t run a block to a man who crossed a marathon finish line at 26.2 miles.

And believe it or not — so can you.