When I was a teenager, I drove by a kid I knew who was out running. Assuming he had started running from his house, I was AMAZED at how far he gone. And then to think he would have to turn around and do it all over again to get home...mind-blowing. I was so impressed, in fact, that I would actually think about it from time to time. When I'd drive by the spot on the road where I'd seen him, I'd remember that somebody had actually ran that far.
Today, over a decade later, I finally coursed it out on Google maps to see just how far this running god had really gone:
In case the image resizing makes it too hard to read, Prefontaine ran a whole 1.4 miles. Good hell.
Call me easily impressed
Wednesday, May 27, 2009 Posted by jlou at 6:08 PM
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I had a moment like that... but it was in terms of how far I had traveled. I remembered walking to a friends house when I was about 7. It seemed like so far, I thought I was awesome to have gone that distance.
Now that I'm an adult, I've run that same distance many times while visiting my parents... it's about .5 miles one way.
would this have been a certain T. Newby?
and when you were a teenager I was running a lot more than 1.4 miles. did i impress you then? eh, probably not
No, not T. Newby. His running was always impressive, but more in a "He's not human so why should I even think about it" sort of way.
Actually, this was one Mr. A.Z.
I should do that with one of my runs! Very funny. Hope you are enjoying your time off after the marathon, and those Frees.
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