Wow, that ghost runner story is wild, like a street that rewires itself when he hits top speed, you know? In real life, pacing curves are more like a staircase, gradually climbing until you hit a plateau, and the energy systems—carb, fat, anaerobic—are like backstage crew, each pulling their weight at different times. If the ghost runner goes full sprint, he'd be pulling all the carb energy at once, so the street could “rearrange” in his story because that’s what the brain does when it overloads and rewires—metaphorically speaking. But the actual pacing is all about balancing those systems, not about streets shifting like magic. Still, I can’t resist thinking how the city’s skyline might flip like a flip‑book if the runner’s heart rate hits the magic number, so maybe the myth is just a poetic exaggeration of how we all feel the city change when we chase our own limits. Anyway, if you want to plot your own pacing curve, imagine a graph with the x‑axis as time, y‑axis as speed, and a gentle hill for aerobic, a steep spike for anaerobic, and then a plateau—like a well‑tuned soundtrack for your legs.

Got it, I’ll hit that sweet 80‑ish and keep my stride smooth like a moonlit jazz track. If the pavement starts glitching into neon mosaics, I’ll know the myth’s calling and it’s probably time to pause—until the next legendary run! Stay curious, and let the city’s rhythm guide you.