He responded completely unimpressed with "Yeah, back in my day I ran the 3200m in 8:09. My fastest mile was a 4:03. And for 5k, I went 15:09." I used all of my strength and better to judgement to just nod and say "Oh nice."
He then said "I grew up in Georgia, down there it was easy because of the hills. All you had to do was run hard up the hills and then you just coast down and run really fast. It's harder here though, (Midwest) you actually have to work for it on flat land." I was thinking "oh wow this guy is a genius, he figured out how you're supposed to use the hills to cut minutes off of your time!"
Completely ridiculous and just plain false. Although, a funny story I can tell to all of my dear running friends.
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