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The hilarious and bestselling author ofA Course Called Irelandputs down the golf clubs , laces up his running shoes, and trains for his first marathon. An estimated half a million people run in marathons each year, and untold millions more sacrifice their knees, dollars, and free time aspiring to mostra altro join this elite club. Tom Coyne has a simple question for them: Why? With the same do-or-die attitude that he brought toPaper Tiger, Coyne conquered a lifelong disdain for exercise to train for and run in the 2010 Marathon de Paris. And he didn’t do it alone. He bribed a group of fitness misfits with an all-expenses-paid trip to the race. His team’s qualifications? No distance runners and no one currently training or even in very good shape. Coyne chronicles the evolution of a beer-sculpted limey, a breast cancer survivor, a two-pack-a-day waitress, and himself-a gangly golfer with a love for tailgating-into endurance runners. En route, he examines how high-tech energy supplements, running shoes, and GPS devices have turned the sport into a complex and profitable industry. Written in Coyne’s breezy trademark style, and full of insights on the science of training and runner psychology,Bury Me at the Finish Lineis an entertaining, enlightening, and inspirational addition to a booming category. mostra meno
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Much has changed since the Ireland Tour. The author is married and sober. Previously, he was quite the drinker, as some of his Irish adventures attest. He also travels by BMW station wagon as opposed to by foot. Along the way, he is joined by a variety of friends, acquaintances and even internet strangers.
Having played many of the courses highlighted by the author, it was fun to relive those rounds through the author’s eyes, though he certainly played many courses that would at best be described as obscure.
The author is certainly not a golf course critic. He lauds virtually every course he plays, and the more primitive the setting, the more he likes it. You get the impression that if a Scot went into his back pasture and buried 12 coffee cans, Coyne would declare it the purest form of golf imaginable. It gets a little ridiculous at times.
When I say that he lauds “virtually every course” there are two exceptions. He doesn’t care much for Trump International Aberdeen or Trump International Turnberry. Having played both, I can assure you that they are top notch, certainly well-groomed which isn’t important to Coyne, but hard to differentiate from other courses (like Kingsbarns and Skibo Castle) which he finds no fault with. In fact, Turnberry is pretty unanimously regarded as one of the best links courses in the world.
By no stretch am I a Trump fan, but you can’t fault his golf courses. Except Coyne can.
Over the course of roughly 120 rounds, it gets a little old to hear how every B&B is the greatest place in the world, every nine-hole goat ranch is the epitome of golf purity, and every travel companion is a saint. All in all, I think I preferred the Ireland trip.… (altro)