Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

however.

It is not so easy to make full use of the role of the starting block and start in the most perfect state.

"When you hear a whistle or a gunshot, your arms quickly bend your elbows, swing vigorously, push your front feet back and push your back feet forward quickly."

Wang Jie said while demonstrating in slow motion.

"Come on, take a run and try, you don't have to go all out, just get a feel for it."

"Ah."

Yang Zhuo took a deep breath, set up his starting position, and stepped back on his knees to land on the ground.

"preparation!"

Before Wang Jie finished speaking, Yang Zhuo took a starting position, shifted his center of gravity forward, leaned his shoulders forward beyond the starting line, and looked straight ahead.

"It's time to put your weight on your arms."

"Beep!"

The whistle sounded, Yang Zhuo kicked his feet hard and strode forward.

Another stumble, and almost fell.

This was what Wang Jie expected.

One is that Yang Zhuo has not yet fully adapted to the friction of the spiked shoes, and the other is that his body is too tight because of the start too hard.

"Your body is too tight, and don't take the first step too far, it will have a braking effect and affect the speed."

With that said, Wang Jie squatted down to help adjust the position of the running aid.

"The position of the running aid is not fixed. You have to find the most suitable distance according to your own habits. The starting is very important, especially for us, the ability in the middle and back is not strong enough. If you want to run into the 10-second mark, start You have to run well."

Listening to her words, Yang Zhuo's eyes showed a light: "Teacher, I will definitely run in 10 seconds."

"puff"

Wang Jie's first reaction was to laugh, but she was moved when she saw Yang Zhuo's serious eyes: "Do you know what the current Asian record is?"

Yang Zhuo shook his head.

"10 seconds is exactly! Idong Haos from the plaster country ran out of the Asian Games in 98, and no one can beat it so far. Westerners say that 10 seconds is the limit of the yellow race, and even many domestic scholars think so. "

"no!"

Yang Zhuo retorted without hesitation: "I will definitely run in 10 seconds to show those people."

"Run in 10 seconds?"

Wang Jie stared at him for a few seconds, then said, "Then start training now! Come on, try again."

"Prepare!"

"Beep!"

Yang Zhuo didn't stumble this time, and ran out smoothly.

Although the whole process is not that smooth.

But great progress has been made.

Looking at his back, Wang Jie couldn't help shaking her head when she thought of what he just said.

Although Yang Zhuo's talent is very good, even the best he has ever seen.

But how easy is it to run into 10 seconds?

After so many years, there has only been one Ito House, and he only ran for 10 seconds.

on the runway.

Yang Zhuo felt that his speed was indeed much faster than wearing cloth shoes, and his feet stepped on the cinder track.

Every step you take, there will be a strong friction to make the center of gravity more stable and make you more energetic.

He is very confident that if he measures the 100 meters now, he will definitely be better than yesterday's result.

Da da da.

Yang Zhuo ran for a while, then returned to Wang Jie's place.

"how do you feel?"

"It feels good! I'm definitely running faster now than I was yesterday."

Wang Jie folded her arms and said with a smile: "Then continue training. When the school sports meet, let me see how much you can improve."

"Ah."

Chapter 4

Friday.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

The entrance of the Second Senior High School.

The flow of people is surging.

Buses stopped at the intersection, and the conductor greeted them loudly.

Every high school holiday, buses to various towns and villages will be waiting at the school gate in advance.

That is, to make money and to facilitate students.

"Cao Lou! Cao Lou!"

"Bai Miao le! The two of you will leave immediately!"

Yang Zhuo carried his bag and squeezed into the car home with great difficulty.

Tickets cost 3 yuan.

Quite expensive.

After the bus pulled out of the county seat, large green fields of wheat appeared on both sides of the road.

A gust of wind blew, forming a wave of green wheat.

The scent of grass and trees in the air blows into the car through the window, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The bus passed through the village, stop-and-go, and students kept getting off.

In the end, there were only three or four people left, including Yang Zhuo.

"Master, stop at the intersection ahead."

"okay."

After getting out of the car, Yang Zhuo stepped onto the dirt with his bag on his back.

Walking comes with "smoke effect".

Every footstep kicks up dust.

no way.

In these days, there were no asphalt roads in the village, let alone cement roads.

Oh no, it is indeed a "concrete road" when it rains.

You can't get it out if you step on it.

On the way home, from a distance, the village is mainly a red brick house on the first floor.

There are only a few small two-story buildings, and they are rich families.

Near nostalgia timid.

The further he went inside, Yang Zhuoyue was excited.

"Yang Zhuo is back!"

"Yes! Auntie!"

"Yo, Yang Zhuo, it's the next week?"

"Well, two days on Tuesday."

"Auntie!"

""

In the countryside, the relationship between neighbors is very good.

Yang Zhuo walked all the way back, and he had to say hello when he met someone.

doorstep.

Before Yang Zhuo could stand still, he heard a familiar dog barking in the courtyard.

"Wang Wang!"

"Wang Wang!"

open the door.

A yellow local dog quickly ran to his lap and circled around excitedly.

The tail kept wagging, and there was a whimpering sound in the mouth.

"The saliva is dripping on my shoes!"

Yang Zhuo was disgusted, but he still half squatted down and rubbed the dog's head.

This dog is seven or eight years old and is especially close to Yang Zhuo.

When he was a child, he would fight with the neighbors' children, and he would come forward to "help".

of course.

It won't really bite people, just beside it.

at this time.