Think of a strand of spaghetti being unraveled from a colossal pot, so long that one could tie it around the perimeter of Africa - from northern Egypt to the Cape of Good Hope - and still have leftovers; just so did the oversized track at GVSU stretch on and on, pulling runners in with the siren song of less turns, just to crush their dreams with the mental devastation of still having a full minute to run after hearing the once-sweet sound of the bell.
This is the best RunClub article that I have ever read. Great work, keep it up! I love the pasta analogy.