Meditations from the Breakdown Lane: Running Across America is a legendary must-read book among ultrarunners. It was originally published in 1982 but has been out of print and unavailable for decades. Happily, it has been reprinted. My personal copy, now thoroughly annotated, is the generous gift of an ultrarunning friend who is himself a legend. It has a renewed copyright of 2019 and arrived in a crisp, clean, and new hardcover edition. (I've heard of people scrounging libraries for it and passing on dog-eared copies from generation to generation.)
The book's topic is the author's 1980 80-day run across the United States from San Francisco to New York City, where he lived. He ran it mostly solo, though he had handlers for a few days in the Western desert and again near the end.
At the time, few people had been able to claim verifiable transcontinental runs (transcons) of North America — or any other continent. Gear and technology that we have available today include not only shoes and wicking clothing and lightweight travel gear but also cell phones and the Internet with Google Maps. This all provides a vastly greater safety net to someone taking on such a monumental task — one that remains daunting and achievable by few people for lots of reasons, many of which you can no doubt think of without my help, even if you are not a distance runner yourself. To do it without any of that as Shapiro did seems impossible today.
The reason for the book's legendary status quickly becomes apparent upon reading it. It's beautifully written, original in what it covers. It's not all "and then I saw another endless strip of road" and "I was tired at the end of the day." Shapiro is utterly honest, modest, and self-revealing in how he regarded his own adventure. As tedious as such an adventure might seem to someone, Shapiro's writing about it is never boring. The "Meditations" part of the title is certainly appropriate, since thinking and reflection is the primary result of the author's effort, as it has been the most important output of my own hours on the road.
This is a subject I know a little bit about myself. I know a few people personally who have accomplished transcontinental runs because I am a former ultrarunner myself. I say "former" because my racing and running days are over, but I still hit the roads as much as I can. In spirit, I never really quit the sport, and if certain things were just a little different, I'd still be doing it. Seriously.
The fact that I'm not doing it underscores an important lesson learned from the book (if the reader doesn't already know it), namely that not everybody can run all the way across America simply by being determined enough. Duh. I guess that should be obvious.
Accomplishing that goal is far more than a matter of being, young, strong, tough, ambitious, and adventurous. It requires a mindset that few people can acquire, also great personal economic, emotional, and physical cost. Although I don't know of anyone who has died trying, the threat of death is certainly a factor. And there is the time. Who can simply drop out of other aspects of his life — job, family, and social responsibilities — to do nothing whatever but run 40 to 50 miles a day for two and a half months?
Well ... not me, but it's not because I lack the desire and interest. I have dreamed about walking from Barrow Alaska to the southern tip of South America, taking a roughly Pacific Coast route, for most of the last forty years or so, since long before I even took up running for fitness or had ever heard that there are actually people who do these things. I have had other obligations (willingly accepted) that far outweigh any such personal ambitions. They add up to making it an impossibility for me to do more than think about it. So I have been satisfied with doing an occasional fixed-time 24-hour or multiday race and also with attempting a few 100-mile trail races. (I've participated in nine 72-hour races and did reasonably well in all but the last, when I got sick on the first day.)
Running across America is also beyond my range of ability no matter how I cut it. In short, I don't have "the right stuff" and won't any time during my life in this system of things. But that's OK. The mere fact that I've had a small taste of what ultrarunners experience added immeasurably to my enjoyment of Shapiro's book.