I haven't been running for over four minutes. Have I?

Jen lent me her Garmin 305 because, as I may or may not have mentioned, the plastic bit that the strap of my Timex Ironman loops through broke just after my race in Chicago (horseshoe) and I haven't replaced it yet.
I actually mentioned this to another runner and he said the same thing had happened to him and someone told him you could send the watch in with $18 to Timex and they would fix it and send it back and he actually did this, except because they had discontinued his make of Timex they returned to him an entirely new watch.  Seriously!  I wish I had known that because I hate disposing of things and I had recently gotten a new band and batteries for it and it was still good to go and I am actually sad remembering how I dropped it in the garbage can in our room at the Fairmont in the windy city.  Lesson learned.
But back to me being a Luddite.  Maybe 30 or 40 seconds into my run I look down at the watch and one of the quadrants says 4:32 and I'm like "what?".  I hadn't been running for over four minutes.  And then I thought maybe I had accidentally pushed the start button before I started my run and so I'm running and I'm trying to clear and reset this watch and yet 4 minutes and change keeps on appearing on it.
Yeah.
So.  That was my pace per kilometre.
Clearly I was off to a good start.
Now I was on leg seven and our team was about 15 or 20 minutes behind the other team so there was certainly some pressure on me to try and narrow that gap and eggs benedict or no eggs benedict, I was putting the hammer down.
And what a beautiful day to do it.  We were blessed with sunshine and Jen had told me to keep my head up and look around on the run and it was spectacular.  The snow laden mountains in the background.  The pristine grounds of the golf course where I saw a lone, rangy coyote (and fresh bear poop), the shimmering lake that I skirted.  Just gorgeous.
And as I ran through the pathways of the perfectly manicured, lush golf course and felt the sun on my face and took in my beautiful surroundings I looked ahead and in the distance saw two runners and each of them was wearing a pink tutu and I was like "yeah, this is surreal and I'm probably dreaming".
Ground my way up a pretty decent hill and tried not to fall on some packed snow and passed a lot of runners and looked at the watch and knew the run was drawing to a close and felt that I had run hard and put in a good effort for the team.  Rounded a corner and saw Sean who had also run the first leg and who was volunteering on the course and Parm who was packing around my backpack while I was running and they cheered me to the checkpoint where I passed off my timing chip to the befeathered Sherry who set off for the last leg.