Seconds From History

At the 2012 Prefontaine Classic, Olympian Andy Wheating finished last in the Bowerman Mile. Afterwards, he tweeted how disappointed he was with his effort. He ran a 3:53 mile.

I tweeted back at him, “Dude, a 3:53 mile is nothing to sneeze at. 50 years ago, you'd get a ticker-tape parade.” This then made me curious about the world-record progression in the mile... it certainly felt like 3:53 is about where it was 50 years ago... and it was (Jim Ryun ran a then-world-record 3:51 in 1968).

While looking through the world-record progression in the mile on Wikipedia, I noticed something rather interesting.... take a look through the progression and see if you spot it yourself.

The part that struck me was the two Swedes, Aarne Andersson and Gunder Hagg, who traded the world-record in the mile back and forth in the early 1940's. You may recall there was a slight global conflict happening around then, yet these two 20-somethings were setting world records. They weren't in the armed forces, possibly because Sweden was technically neutral... yet, they were surrounded by the 3rd Reich and many of the upper eschelon were known to vacation in Sweden.

Intrigued, I tried to find more about Andersson and Hagg.... and couldn't find much, just their obituaries. There, I discovered that in their final race, in the spring of 1945, Hagg claimed he wasn't in shape, and still ran a 4:01.6, and Andersson somehow got the cartridge from the starters gun lodged in his spike... and still ran a 4:01.8. The next time somebody lowered the world-record in the mile was when Roger Bannister ran 3:59.6 in 1954, nine years later.

Can you imagine? Without a cartridge in his spikes, Andersson no doubt breaks four minutes. If he had actually been in (better) shape, Hagg breaks it as well. Instead, these guys were.... Seconds From History. Now you get it.

Not only that, but the coach of the Swedish national team in the 30's and 40's was charged with making the Swedes competitive on a world level (because the Norwegians had been kicking their ass) and to make that happen, all he did was invent the system that all distance runners use to improve to this day... the fartlek. It's where you alternate running faster and slower while you're running long distances so that by the time you're done, you're basically sprinting for at least a mile... which is kind of important when you're trying to set a world record at that distance.

And finally, the reason Andersson and Hagg didn't break the four minute mile is because in the spring of 1946, both of them were banned for life by the Amateur Athletic Union because they accepted money to run.... so neither of them got a chance to try and break the four minute mile in peacetime, and neither of them got to run in the 1948 London Olympics.

To me, this seems like a pretty fascinating story. Seems like Hollywood would eat this up. The quest for a world record. Nazis. The invention of a way to train that absolutely every distance runner still uses today. Taking money when you're not supposed to- and getting busted for it when you know that every alleged top amateur runner has taken cash at some point. Did I mention Nazis yet?

Well, not only is there not a Hollywood movie about these guys, there isn't even a book. Well, not in English. I'm sure there's one in Sweden. But I haven't been able to find it. So I'd like to write the book on these guys. There are a few minor issues.

One, I can't read or write or speak Swedish. This may make it difficult to read anything about these guys written at the time. It may make it difficult to read letters and journals that they wrote that their families no doubt still have (they both toured the US in 1943.... um, a pleasure cruise across the Atlantic when U-boats were as plentiful as salmon? No thanks). It may make it difficult to read absolutely anything from the Swedish Athletic Association.

So there's that. But that's why people have assistants. Anyway, I'm going to keep looking around. Maybe I can't find enough for a book, but you'd think there's enough for an essay.

(And if you'd like to help. I'll take all I can get. How about a free trip to Sweden, an assistant, and an interpreter? That'd be a start.)

All I know is that, these guys were Seconds From History, and they deserve a better fate than to only be noticed when an Olympian is pissed that he ran a 3:53 mile.

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