{"product_id":"the-road-to-sparta-isbn-9781609614744","title":"The Road to Sparta","description":"\u003ci\u003eThe Road to Sparta \u003c\/i\u003eis the story of the 153-mile run from Athens to Sparta that inspired the marathon and saved democracy, as told—and experienced—by ultramarathoner and \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Dean Karnazes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn 490 BCE, Pheidippides ran for 36 hours straight from Athens to Sparta to seek help in defending Athens from a Persian invasion in the Battle of Marathon. In doing so, he saved the development of Western civilization and inspired the birth of the marathon as we know it. Even now, some 2,500 years later, that run stands enduringly as one of greatest physical accomplishments in the history of mankind. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKarnazes personally honors Pheidippides and his own Greek heritage by recreating this ancient journey in modern times. Karnazes even abstains from contemporary endurance nutrition like sports drinks and energy gels and only eats what was available in 490 BCE, such as figs, olives, and cured meats. Through vivid details and internal dialogs, \u003ci\u003eThe Road to Sparta\u003c\/i\u003e offers a rare glimpse into the mindset and motivation of an extreme athlete during his most difficult and personal challenge to date. This story is sure to captivate and inspire—whether you run great distances or not at all.Endurance athlete and author Karnazes (\u003ci\u003eUltramarathon Man: Confessions of an All-Night Runner\u003c\/i\u003e)  recounts his participation in the 153-mile race from Athens to Sparta  in this engaging memoir. After logging a remarkable list of running  accomplishments—including running an ultramarathon across Death Valley  in 120-degree heat, running to the South Pole in -40 degrees, and  running 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 consecutive days—Karnazes  details the difficulties and joys of training for and running the  Athens-to-Sparta route. He provides an eye-opening historical refresher  course recounting the ancient battle between the Greeks and the  Persians, when Pheidippides ran from Athens to Sparta then turned around  and ran from Sparta to Marathon, via Athens, in order to deliver  crucial information. “My point,” he writes, “is that the annals of  history have grossly under-recognized the significance of Pheidippides’s  superhuman act.” Karnazes recounts his family history with its Greek  roots and explores the deep feelings he develops for the people and  landscape of his ancestral homeland. As the author readies for the race,  he explains, “For me, the quest was deeply personal. I’d been waiting a  lifetime to be standing in this place, and at that moment I saw this  more clearly than ever.” This is a remarkable and inspiring memoir that  will have casual and serious runners cheering. \u003ci\u003eAgent: Carole Bidnick, Bidnick and Co.\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003e(Sept.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e—\u003cb\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"Karnazes may just blow your mind about the human body’s capabilities with his new book,\u003ci\u003e The Road to Sparta\u003c\/i\u003e...An engaging read for runner and non-runner alike.\"\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eSan Francisco Chronicle\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I have logged countless miles in my training over the years, but running 153 miles—nearly 6 full marathons—in under 36 hours is unfathomable to me. Still, that’s exactly what Dean Karnazes did when he completed the Spartathlon in the fabled land of his ancestors. In this remarkable and poignant book, Dean chronicles his attempt to retrace the heroic footsteps of the great Greek messenger Pheidippides and, along the way, reveals something much deeper about the power of running: The road leads us not only toward the finish line, but toward our true selves.”  \u003cbr\u003e— \u003cb\u003eMeb Keflezighi\u003c\/b\u003e, 4-time U.S. Olympian and author of \u003ci\u003eMeb for Mortals\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“In \u003ci\u003eThe Road To Sparta\u003c\/i\u003e, Dean Karnazes takes readers on a personal, physical, emotional and spiritual journey as he runs through his ancestors' homeland. He reveals what defines his life, and, in particular, his passion as a prodigious and successful endurance athlete. He weaves into his story a wonderfully concise history of running in Ancient Greece that places Pheidippides' 24.48(?) mile run from the battlefield of Marathon to Athens into the context of the age, breathing fresh life into ancient historical figures. This is a thought-provoking and affecting account from someone who truly loves his sport.” \u003cbr\u003e— \u003cb\u003eFrank Shorter\u003c\/b\u003e, 1972 Olympic marathon champion and author of \u003ci\u003eMy Marathon\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A timeless and soul stirring epic, this book is a must read for anyone looking to better his or her life. It provides a healthy dose of inspiration, showing us what is possible and teaching us that the ancient Greek athletes were comfortable being uncomfortable.” \u003cbr\u003e— \u003cb\u003eJoe De Sena\u003c\/b\u003e, founder of the Spartan Race\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Many years ago Pheidippides made the marathon what is today. Dean Karnazes is the modern day Pheidippides and he has made the ultra-marathon part of the world’s landscape, inspiring thousands along the way to test their limitations, then push past them.” \u003cbr\u003e— \u003cb\u003eBart Yasso\u003c\/b\u003e, Chief Running Officer, \u003ci\u003eRunner’s World\u003c\/i\u003e magazineDean Karnazes, a \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author and an internationally recognized endurance athlete, was named by \u003ci\u003eTime\u003c\/i\u003e magazine as one of the Top 100 Most Influential People in the World. He has competed on all seven continents, including a 350-mile run, a 135-mile ultramarathon across Death Valley, and a marathon to the South Pole in negative 40 degrees. In 2006, he ran 50 marathons, in all 50 US states, in 50 consecutive days, finishing with the NYC Marathon, which he completed in three hours flat. He has written for \u003ci\u003eRunner’s World\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eMen’s Health \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003elives in Marin County, CA.1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIMMIGRANT SONG\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA hulking figure of a man, both in stature and in character, Gus Gibbs possessed the broad-shouldered physique of a Spartan warrior along with an equally domineering personality to match. Now in his autumn years, Gus was gregarious and spirited, but his life hadn't always been so carefree. Fifty years earlier, at the fresh age of 14, he'd arrived on American shores with 20 bucks in his pocket and not a word of English in his vocabulary. Since adolescence he'd been forced to fend for himself, alone and in a foreign land.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnterprising and hardworking, Gus followed his instincts across the country, venturing wherever opportunity could be found and eventually settling on the West Coast, in Los Angeles. There, he met a beautiful young lady, Vasiliki, and they fell madly in love. He couldn't stand being without her. One night he appeared outside her bedroom window. \"Billy, Billy,\" he tapped on the pane, \"it's me, Gus. Open up.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe heard the rapping and slid the window open. \"Gus, what are you doing here?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I've come to take your hand in marriage.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But I can't.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was puzzled. \"Why? Do you not love me?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes, I love you deeply.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Then why will you not marry me?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Because my oldest sister has yet to marry.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh.\" Gus scratched his head as she slid the window shut.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe thought about the situation for a second and then moved over to the adjacent window. He tapped on it, and Eugenia's face appeared. Gus waved his hand back and forth several times, \"Sorry, sorry.\" Eugenia was the middle sister.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe moved over one more time and knocked on a third window. Panayota looked out at him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Pack your bags,\" he told her. \"We're going to get married.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe did as he asked and then crawled out the window. They eloped to Mexico that night.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIronically, Panayota's family (or Patricia, as she was known) had emigrated from a region not far from Gus's origins. The two of them got along well together. Eventually, they raised a family of three children.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs the years passed, Gus invested his earnings from the restaurant business into acquiring rental properties, eventually building a portfolio sufficient to provide for his family and live a comfortable life in the flourishing metropolis of LA. A proud man who had come from nothing, it was quite gratifying to him to have created such a stable foundation for himself and his loved ones--the American dream come true.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYet, despite all that he'd accomplished and everything he'd achieved, Gus remained perpetually restless. An incessant fire burned within the man. To him, it always seemed there was more that could be done; there were greater challenges still to be conquered. He would not permit himself to stop or to slow down, perpetually resisting any temptation to rest. His philosophy was: Show me a man who is content, and I will show you an underachiever. Gus was never quite satisfied with his place in the world. He was constantly striving to do more and to be more, though he wasn't always quite sure how to go about it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSome of this pent-up ferocity was released through participation in sports and athletics. An avid wrestler, Gus dabbled in the professional arena back in an era when wrestling was a more noble pursuit. Athleticism was important in his ancient culture, and those virtues stuck with him even in America. His opponents used to say that getting in the ring with Gus was like wrestling Hercules. He earned a reputation for being a mighty fighter, fearless, even when taking on opponents twice his size. His colossal chest and huge arms were imposing enough, but his legs, especially his calves, were so shockingly overdeveloped that Gus often had to have the legs of his trousers widened to fit over his calves.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBecause he remained physically active throughout his life, the years had been mostly kind to him. Bronze-skinned and chisel-cheeked, with a full head of wavy, silver hair, Gus looked the part of a Hollywood movie star. But like many immigrants, his diet had progressively shifted from one of lean meats and freshly harvested vegetables to one of heavily fatted, fried, and overly salted foods. It was the American way. And besides, it tasted better.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReturning home one bright and sunny afternoon, he burst through the front door and lightheartedly called out, \"Patricia! Where is my lovely bride?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was a jovial, good-natured call he routinely sang out upon returning home, even though they'd been married for 32 years. Despite decades together, Gus still maintained a playful side. After all, wasn't that what life was about? No amount of hard work could dampen this spirit; every glorious day was cause for celebration. This is what he'd been taught as a boy. It was the way of the land he had come from before arriving in America.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSuddenly, something peculiar occurred. The muscles in his left arm started pulsing rather strangely. Gus cocked his head--what was this? The sensation quickly spread to his neck, and then farther up to his jaw. He stood silently, attempting to appraise the situation. Rather abruptly, his arm went entirely numb. He shook it several times, but the feeling did not return. What was this?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn that instant a crushing tightness squeezed his chest, as though an opponent in the wrestling ring had him in a body lock. The iron grip became so constrictive he could barely breathe. Staggering to reach the kitchen, he dropped to one knee. Gus was not a man to be seen on his knees. He thrust his arm upward in an attempt to grab the counter for stability, but his mighty arm did not cooperate, and he crumpled downward.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow he was furious. \"Arm, work!\" he roared. \"Do not forsake me arm; work!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBlood coursed through his body in anger, but still there was no response from his arm. He would have none of this. He would not have his wife find him lying in an undignified heap on the kitchen floor as though pinned and defeated by a rival. This had never happened to him in the ring, and he would not permit it to happen to him now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"If you do not lift me, arm, I will cut you off,\" he shouted. \"Now, WORK!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut his arm would not respond. He could not pry himself off the ground.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe door to the kitchen swung open. Patricia had heard the commotion and dashed in to see what was going on. She found him lying on the ground.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Gus! What is happening?\" She knew right away that something was terribly amiss.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Patricia,\" he snarled, nostrils flaring, \"bring me a knife!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe looked down at him, quizzically. His request confused her. Patricia was a slight woman, of fair olive skin and light hazel eyes. Their union had begun as a convoluted one--after all, he had originally fallen in love with her youngest sister--though she had always found him quite handsome, albeit a bit gruff and unrefined. No matter, she had sensed that their relationship would endure despite their unexpected union, and her intuition had been true. They'd been happily married since the day she crawled out her bedroom window.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGus broke the silence. \"Bring me a knife, I tell you. I must cut off my arm!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow she was concerned. She slowly stepped back. \"I . . . am . . .\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWalking backward, still staring down at him in grave concern, she said, \"I am calling for help.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"There's no need for that!\" he yelled, eyebrows furrowed in rage. \"Just do as I ask. Bring me a knife and I will cut off this uncooperative arm, and we can go about our day.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe started to tremble. Distraught, she didn't know what to do, which wasn't like her. She always knew what to do, how to handle things. But this was different. Her husband's neck was growing increasingly purple, and the discoloration was spreading upward toward his face. Something was horribly wrong.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Come to me, darling,\" he requested, in a tone that was now softer and more tender. What? She'd never heard such passive words coming from her husband's lips. \"Come, hold me,\" he pleaded.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNever had she seen her husband scared before. Never had he allowed himself to display any overt sign of weakness. His ancestral pride would not permit such. She knelt down next to him, and he noticed that she was whimpering.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Just hold me,\" he said. After 32 years of marriage, those were the final words exchanged between them before his body went limp.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo ended the life of Gus Gibbs. Just like that, 64 years of highs and lows, good times and bad, dreams realized and dashed, all came to an abrupt conclusion. The death certificate following the autopsy listed occlusive coronary artery disease as the cause, a heart attack. It was an all-too- common affliction cast upon those who'd adopted the new American diet, with its greasy fast food and other unhealthy offerings. Fatty deposits of plaque had literally blocked his arteries.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe only peculiarity on the death certificate was that it didn't list his name as Gus Gibbs, but instead as Constantine Nicholas Karnazes. Like many foreigners concerned about potentially suffering the stigma that attaches to recent immigrants, he'd chosen an alias in an effort to assimilate more smoothly. Why do I know all of this? I know it because Gus Gibbs was my namesake, my grandfather.","brand":"Rodale Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46304328679653,"sku":"NP9781609614744","price":25.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781609614744.jpg?v=1767741263","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/the-road-to-sparta-isbn-9781609614744","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}