Thanks for the feedback everyone! Was not surprised to see the general consensus stay the same. I’m assuming the ones being aggressive on here rather naturally have an aggressive personality or are defending the guy because you’ve also lied about your PR’s. Let’s not normalize lying, and even more important, identify theft is not a joke.
With that said, I’ll make sure we include this guy in our sessions and remember try to hold it together while he reminisces about his alternate ‘Nova’ universe. Take care.
Sherlock,
Good job. Good luck.
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Impressive 800 as well. Did you run 54 flat for your 400 relay split? If not you were a mile slacker in HS. The point being that the runner in question likely extrapolated his 400/800 speed to the mile in making up his prs. Not unreasonable if he had proper coaching and commitment but there is that tiny detail that obviously still haunts him: he didn’t bother.
If you were running 2:02, but best you can do is 4:55 you are likely a 400 runner. So if you are a miler who runs 4:40 but can run 2 flat, you aren't a miler.
If you were running 2:02, but best you can do is 4:55 you are likely a 400 runner. So if you are a miler who runs 4:40 but can run 2 flat, you aren't a miler.
Wow! Finding out now I should’ve been a 400m runner 10 years too late! I’ve got similar PRs but never ran a 400 after junior year of high school. I started out as a sprinter in middle school but always thought the mile and 800 were my events.
3) a compulsive liar who willingly and knowingly deceives others. Emphasis on overlap between the sub types.
Know a guy like this. Claims he was a 4:20/14:20 guy, but his results are all online to see. 4:52/17:50 type.
He just lies to try and fit in / make others admire him, even though most of us are marginally better than him. He's improved to low 4:40s, and we're mid 4:30 guys. It just grinds my gears. No one cares how fast you are, man. You'll be our friend even if you were a 6:00 guy.
Why would you lie about what school you ran for? It's so easily verifiable. Same with your PRs, anybody can look up X meet Y year and verify if you did it or not.
I started getting back in running shape 9 years ago, when I turned 40. I started off fairly mediocre at a 23 minute 5K but eventually got it down below 19 minutes and started picking up some age group awards. Being that I’m 49 this year and will soon be 50, I know I’m on borrowed time and have a limited window to still obtain PRs, so for the last few years I’ve been taking my training very seriously. I consider myself lucky as I have no children so besides work I can dedicate most of my passion towards running. I worked my mileage up to 80 mile weeks and now my 5K is down below 18 and I’ve even started placing overall in some local races.
This last summer I competed in my local 5K with my eye onwinning the race. This would have been the first race I ever outright won. I paced myself very well and didn’t let the HS XC kids draw me out with a fast start. I hit the first mile split at 5:40 and the 2nd mile at 11:22. At this point I had caught most of the kids who had gone out in low 5 minutes and paid the price. There was just one guy up ahead. I was hurting pretty bad but set my eyes on his back and slowly reeled him in. I caught him right before the 3 mile mark and passed him with a surge and kept the momentum going towards the finish. I saw the clock flip to 17:00 and new I was inline for a decent PR and more importantly my first win.
I was kicking towards the finish, when suddenly this female Kenyan girl comes sprinting past me (I found out later she was a college XC runner who just happened to be visiting her family in a nearby town). I wound up running a 12 second PR but was disappointed that I didn’t win… I was finally going to have my moment of glory, that I trained so hard for and it was snatched at the last second by some random foreigner.
A few weeks later at the award banquet I received the honor of “Best Master’s Runner”. I was nice to be recognized but somehow felt hollow. I stood up and gave an impassioned speech and told everyone how I was going to “train my brains out and pound that Kenyan into the ground next year” as I pounded my fists into table. In this moment I could feel the radiating admiration of the running community… they all knew that I was dead serious and definitely not a joke!