In 2014, I started a two-year conversation with Al Howie. He was not in good shape. He was in a home in Duncan, British Columbia and had been there for years, fighting a rare form of adult-onset Diabetes among many other things I would later find out. Through our Wednesday talks, the help of his wife, Claudia Cole, and his family in Scotland, his story began to take shape, not just of the runner but of the person. The numbers are there: Trans-Canada 72 days 10 hours, two weeks later 1,300 miles in 16 days and 19 hours, totaling over 5,800 miles in 103 days, as the crow flies from Vancouver to Bolivia, all in 8-ounce Brooks Kona. 1987 - 360 miles non-stop in Victoria stadium and a thousand mile "beer run" sponsored by Miller, and many many other mind-numbing stats and feats. However, the man behind all of it; the odd body that could take the punishment and the mind that wanted to, I hope you will find in this new book. His story is of a life on the run, an eccentric hippie who bounced around Turkey and Greece searching for deeper meaning, of fake names and IDs, an alleged kidnapping of his own son, addiction, stubbornness, a love of the Rolling Stones, and of a latent talent for mega-distances that didn't manifest till he was almost thirty.