This doesn’t mean anything. I think it’s cool anyway.
I ran my first five mile race today, the Doyle’s Emerald Necklace Race in Jamaica Plain. I planned to run at my normal pace without pushing myself because I wanted to see if I would have anything left in the tank for the final third of a mile. I gave myself four days off from running this week and as a result I felt strong and full of energy even near the end of the race. So as I approached the final stretch along Williams St. and heard the noise of the crowd I decided to go for broke and sprint the rest of the way.
I don’t think I’ve ever run faster in my life. And the GPS data recorded by the RunKeeper app on my phone confirmed it. I must have passed dozens of people to my left and right as I neared the finish line. And for one brief shining moment I reached a ridiculous 4:09 mile pace. (My pace for the entire five miles was 8:45.)
I don’t care that my fastest speed probably lasted only a second or two. Or that the stats might be lying to me. I finished fast.