Pedro Jorge

aumentei a nota pelo final e por tocar starman

Around about the birth of Christ, the Romans came up with the concept of the mile.
It's the distance covered by a thousand paces of a Roman Legion. That empire falls,
bunch of other ones pop up in its place, but for 2,000 years of human history, people everywhere believed the same damn thing.
That no human being can run that distance in less than four minutes. Ain't gonna happen. Impossible. God, I hate that fucking word. And it's a good thing I'm not the only one.

So one day, this skinny kid in England says he's gonna take a crack at it. Now, there are
crummy conditions. Wind, rain, a muddy track. They all say he's nuts, which is exactly what they've been telling me lately. But there he was, just like me, running straight into the wind. And after about three laps, that skinny Brit was starting to lose faith. Starting to wonder if
maybe everybody was right. Maybe it just could not be done. But just as he was rounding the corner, on that final stretch he heard a roar. The crowd screaming for him to keep going, filling his sails with a second wind, and he crossed that finish line at 3 minutes, 59.4 seconds. And in that instant, a skinny Limey shattered everything we thought we knew about human limitation. But why him? He wasn't the fastest runner in the world. He wasn't even a professional. He was a scientist. A doctor of neurology. And that's how he knew that the only real limitation wasn't in the body. It was in the mind. Two thousand years since
the invention of the mile, and nobody ran it faster than four minutes until Roger Bannister.

Guess how long it took the next guy to do it?

Forty-six days.

And you remember his name, right?

No?

Yeah, me neither.