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Once a Runner: A Novel [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Parker, John L.
  • Author:  Parker, John L.
  • ISBN-10:  1416597891
  • ISBN-10:  1416597891
  • ISBN-13:  9781416597896
  • ISBN-13:  9781416597896
  • Publisher:  Scribner
  • Publisher:  Scribner
  • Pages:  304
  • Pages:  304
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Nov-2010
  • Pub Date:  01-Nov-2010
  • SKU:  1416597891-11-MING
  • SKU:  1416597891-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100099672
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The undisputed classic of running novels and one of the most beloved sports books ever published,Once a Runnertells the story of an athlete’s dreams amid the turmoil of the 60s and the Vietnam war.

Inspired by the author’s experience as a collegiate champion, the novel follows Quenton Cassidy, a competitive runner at fictional Southeastern University whose lifelong dream is to run a four-minute mile. He is less than a second away when the turmoil of the Vietnam War era intrudes into the staid recesses of his school’s athletic department. After he becomes involved in an athletes’ protest, Cassidy is suspended from his track team. Under the tutelage of his friend and mentor, Bruce Denton, a graduate student and former Olympic gold medalist, Cassidy gives up his scholarship, his girlfriend, and possibly his future to withdraw to a monastic retreat in the countryside and begin training for the race of his life against the greatest miler in history.

A rare insider’s account of the incredibly intense lives of elite distance runners,Once a Runneris an inspiring, funny, and spot-on tale of one individual’s quest to become a champion.Once a Runner

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THE NIGHT JOGGERS were out as usual.

The young man could see dim figures on the track even in this pale light, slowly pounding round and round the most infinite of footpaths. There would be, he knew, plump, determined-looking women slogging along while fleshy knees quivered. They would occasionally brush damp hair fiercely from their eyes and dream of certain cruel and smiling emcees: bikinis, ribbon-cuttings, and the like. And then, of course, tennis with white-toothed males, wild tangos in the moonlight.

And men too of various ages and levels of dilapidation, perhaps also grinding out secret fantasies (did they picturl³.

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