Imagine watching the Olympics. You see a peak athlete breeze through a mile. There is no context.

“I could run like that.” It skews your understanding of how fast a person should be. So you lace up some New Balances where the heels are worn down to a forty-degree angle, and attempt to push out an easy six-ten-for-four. Ten blocks out from the apartment, and reality sets in: a nine-minute mile would be a blessing. How much further is a mile, again?

Fake Accounts does that, but for writing.

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