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Front Page · Performance Desk

Man's Personal Best Downgraded Two Minutes, He Books A Rematch He Already Lost

A recalculated GPS split ends a nine-year streak that, it turns out, was never real.

By a Correspondent Who Also Rounds His Own Times · Filed Under: Ego, Fitness, Men

7:04am. Hamstring pulled, phone still recording pace. His brother-in-law, already a stride clear, does not turn around. Second time this paper has covered his personal best. Nobody checked his watch either time.

He has never lied about his personal best — only ever rounded it. Nine years of 5k splits, entered by hand, each one a few seconds kinder than the truth.

The original time was never technically accurate," the Timing Integrity team confirms. There is a form for appeals, and nobody has ever won one.

The app has switched him to automatic GPS pace, without asking first. It went back through nine years of his own numbers and corrected every one. His all-time best is now two minutes slower.

He does not accept this. He has emailed the company several times, asking them to "re-run the calculation." The company has run it twice more, and the number has not moved.

Its Timing Integrity team has now issued a statement. The original time, it confirms, "was never technically accurate." There is a form for appeals, and nobody has ever won one.

He has decided the app is wrong, and his brother-in-law is right there. He challenges him to a rematch first thing the next morning, "to settle it properly." His brother-in-law agrees, mostly to make it stop.

The Berlin Marathon is only days away, and he is not registered for it. He wanted this settled anyway.

At 7:04am he goes off like the old number is still real. He has barely started when his hamstring goes. It makes a sound his brother-in-law will keep describing, at family gatherings, for years.

He goes down in the middle of the pavement, both hands on the concrete. His brother-in-law does not look back — he is finally running his own actual pace.

A woman walking a dog helps him up. The dog does not. From the ground, he tells her the time "will still count." He is then sick, once, down the dog's back.

A pair of neighbours he has never spoken to carry him the rest of the way. He thanks them by explaining the app's timing error in full — neither of them asked.

His brother-in-law finishes the loop and checks his own phone. He posts the real number to the family group chat, with no comment. It gets more replies than the wedding did.

This newspaper ran his original personal best in a Local Heroes column a few years back. It was unverified, based on a number he gave us over the phone. We have not printed a correction. We are, technically, also under review.

Tomorrow’s Forecast

Clear Skies, With Isolated Outbreaks Of Sunday Evening Dread

High pressure holds through the day, broken only by scattered thoughts about money that arrive without warning and pass just as quickly. Expect a brief spell of guilt around six, most likely near a fridge.

Confidence returns by bedtime, for reasons nobody can explain and everybody accepts anyway.

Outlook: Fine, allegedly. Ask again Monday.

Classifieds

  • FOR SALE: One (1) rowing machine, bought in January, now the most expensive towel rail in the flat.
  • WANTED: A sister-in-law who will stop bringing up the loan at Christmas dinner. Reasonable rates considered.
  • SERVICES: Emergency ironing, same-day, for men who own exactly one shirt and wear it to weddings, funerals, and job interviews alike.
  • LOST: The will to open the banking app before payday. No reward. Please do not return it.

Corrections

  • An earlier edition reported that a local man's stag do "went well." Three attendees have since disputed this in writing, and one is still in Portugal.
  • We described a reader's father as "excellent with tools." He has since flooded the kitchen twice, changing his own definition of "sorted it."

Letters to the Editor

"Your paper claimed most men do not read the terms and conditions. I read every word of mine. I still bought the extended warranty on a blender I already owned two of."

— Thorough, Apparently Not Useful, 52

"You reported that the average man hasn't called his mother back in over a week. I called mine yesterday. She said 'finally' and hung up before I could say anything else."

— Technically Not Late, 39