This is the first time I’ll be writing about my goal of running a 4 minute mile. It’s something I have been working on in secret for a while now.
Last summer, while spending too much time on YouTube, my mind was imbued with the notion of running a 4-minute mile after watching this video:
Some people say I’m crazy and it’s something I’ll likely never achieve in my lifetime. That may very well be true. I don’t have an athletic background as a runner, I likely don’t have the correct body structure for it, and I’m sure there are several other reasons why it’s “not possible.”
Here’s the thing: for me, the reward isn’t in running a 4 minute mile, it’s the journey to get there.
How cliché, I know. Cliché it may be, but it took a healthy dose of self-delusion, commitment and belief to convince myself that I can do it. I’ve certainly managed to achieve a level of fitness beyond what I ever previously imagined. People who have witnessed this commitment through blood, sweat and tears, have become inspired to challenge themselves.
That's why I set myself these seemingly impossible challenges. It feels akin to the type of self-delusion an entrepreneur possesses (and needs) when undertaking a new endeavor.
The personal growth I have achieved through the pursuit of this goal is unlike any other and that's why I have no intention of giving up—no matter how long it takes, no matter what anyone says, no matter what challenges I face.
To reach a 4 minute mile, in theory at least, I need to be able to achieve the following:
- maintain 15 mph (24 kph) pace
- run a one minute quarter-mile
- run a 2’ 29” kilometer
Over the past year that I have been working towards the 4 minute mark, my personal records have been 5’ 58” per mile and 3’ 31” per kilometer. Both of these times were achieved during beach training i.e. running on sand. Theory would once again infer that I should be able to achieve faster times on a track, but I haven’t quite put this to the test as yet.
I usually time myself over longer distances but I’ve managed to clock myself in at 1’ 15” over a quarter mile running through Ibirapuera Park. I won’t lie. I felt like I was tearing myself apart but I knew I gave it everything I had. That felt great and that’s what makes it all worth it.
There’s a long road ahead; let’s run free together.
Stay hungry and stay foolish my friends.