Making up hero Chad stories seems like fun. I want to have a go.
I ran into Chad at a local track. He asked me what I was doing and I told him I was running a 1600 TT on my birthday and that I have a streak of breaking 5 mins on my birthday every year. We wished me luck.
I am getting a lot older now, and breaking 5 is getting a lot harder. I went through 1200 at 3:45 but I was slowing down. He could tell I was going to miss it by a second or two, and I glanced over and saw him furiously sketching out equations on his coaching notepad like Russell Crowe in A Beautiful Mind. A local CU physics professor and nobel laureate happened to walk by, saw his equations, and his jaw dropped -- he had never seen anything like it. Chad stood behind behind me on the homestretch, having perfectly calculated the tailwind I would need to break 5, took a deep breath, and I swear a gust of wind came out -- he has the lungs of a god to go with that genius brain. I ran 4:59.8 and kept my streak going one more year!
Then he cracked open a brewski, handed it to me, and carried me like a baby to my car while I sipped.
It did sour a bit after that, though. He asked me which car was mine and I pointed at a Honda CRV. He got so mad that I didn't buy American that he dropped me on the asphalt, went to his car, got his rifle, and shot me in the foot. Now I have plantar fasciitis.
Still a legend.