Nearly a record

As I was flitting along the pavement, I considered that I felt taller.  The trees, fences, etc to my sides were blurring and my head was fixed, but moving—intense concentration.  I felt like my chest was pumped out.  I was totally giving it everything in my guts for the entire sprint.
 Only the first 10 steps may not have received all my energy.  It took me a few steps to shift into high gear.  The only way I might have gone faster is to have chosen my steps more wisely.  All throughout this route I have to dodge cracks, holes, and puddles of water.  Even though it has not rained here in weeks, everyone spends a great deal of water to hold down the dust.  I suppose without the garden hoses every day, we might have a veritable dust bowl.
My result of 47.47 would have been delightful if I had not been thinking that I possibly would break my record of 46.50.  I’m not sure of the exact record; it is in a diary that is in the States right now.  I’m choosing to make it 46.5 because I have a fairly firm recollection that it is between 46 and 47 seconds—I want to make everyone happy and not to offend.

I began the morning with an attempt at the pull-up record.  I wrote that I achieved 20+ because I had 20 and the next pull took my chin to the bar, but it was at that point that my strength ebbed; I could not move it above.