Run Out of My Life

Crunch! There was a screeching brake sound.

A Chevrolet parked in front of a kindergarten in Orlando, Florida.

Tyson Gayle opened the door, just got out of the car, and when he got out of the car, there was a noise in the back seat of the car.

"Trinity, wait a minute, I'll open the door for you." Tyson Gay glanced at the back seat of the car and shouted.

"I can do it, Dad." A glutinous voice came from the car.

The car door in the back seat was opened, and a five- or six-year-old black girl with a small schoolbag jumped out of the car.

Although she is young, she looks very healthy and active.

"Hi dear, you can wait for me to open the door for you."

Tyson Gay walked over and raised his fist lightly.

"I'm an adult, Dad." The little girl also stretched out her small fist, touched Tyson Gay's hand, and pouted slightly, "Dad, you drive too soon."

"We Guys are all about speed." Tyson Guy laughed and touched the girl's curly hair, "I'll come pick you up at night!"

"Got it." The little girl nodded, then tilted her head to look at Tyson Gay, "Dad, will I be the daughter of the national champion?"

"Of course." Tyson Gay replied without hesitation.

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up, or you won't be able to catch up with the training."

The little girl suddenly pointed at his nose and reprimanded like an adult. After speaking, she laughed again, turned around and ran towards the gate of the kindergarten with a small schoolbag on her back.

Watching the little girl jumping to greet the nurse at the gate of the kindergarten, and gradually merged into the crowd who also went to the kindergarten, a smile appeared on the corner of Tyson Gay's mouth, and he slowly retracted his gaze, Open the door again and get in the car.

After leaving kindergarten, Tyson Gay drove all the way, but they did not go directly to the track and field for training, but turned around and passed in front of a church.

He joined St. John the Baptist Church at a young age and became a devout believer, and he still attends church activities whenever he returns home to Florida.

The car stopped in front of the church, but Tyson Gay did not get out of the car, but said a prayer in the driver's seat.

When he emerged in the American field last year, when a reporter asked him about his faith, Tyson Gay told everyone directly.

"I'm a godly person and really believe in my God-given ability to do things beyond my imagination, and I believe that one day I can come close to records, break records, and win medals. Just like any other athlete ever."

Prayer is over.

Tyson Guy restarted the car and started driving towards his training base in Florida.

There is still one month left, and the National Outdoor Track and Field Championships will soon be coming, and he is ready to participate.

In addition to the men's 200 meters, which he is good at and trained for for a long time, this time he signed up for another event, the men's 100 meters.

The car crossed the street and came to a local track and field training center in Orlando.

Tyson Gay took his training supplies from the car and went directly into the locker room of the training center.

In the locker room, he changed his clothes, put away the items, and then took out a training plan at the bottom of the locker in the locker room.

He currently has no direct coach, this training plan is a training plan assigned and updated regularly by his in-prison coach Lance Brauman.

His coach Lance Brauman helped many athletes make some gray income during coaching at Barton College and the University of Arkansas Fayetteville, defrauding various schools for scholarships and other illegal income was charged with the crime and sentenced to 10 months in prison.

Lance Brauman has taken the blame for these crimes, and other athletes including him, Tyson Guy, have been released from the charges.

To be honest, Tyson Gay is very grateful to Lance Brauman, his testimony is actually not good for Lance Brauman, but Lance Brauman, who is still in prison Brauman remains willing to guide his training program, pointing out his technical deficiencies.

Although Tyson Guy was a little unwilling in his heart, he still had some lumps in his heart when facing Lance Brauman, but now he has no better choice.

It is not easy for professional athletes, especially track and field athletes, to find a top coach who is willing to accept their employment to train themselves.

This is the second year of Tyson Gay's career, and despite his good previous results, in the United States, a professional athlete in the early days, his fame and money are far from enough .

While Tyson Gay was looking through his training plan, two voices of discussion suddenly entered his ears.

"Justin ran 9.77 seconds this time. His performance has surpassed the original Maurice Green. Last year, Maurice Green was still boasting that he could surpass his injury after recovering. Where's Justin?"

"Forget Maurice, he's already old. The one who really caught the eye was Su. I heard the first time this Chinese won Justin last year, I didn't expect, FUCK, This record was robbed by a Chinese."

"What happened to this world, first a Jamaican, and now a Chinese."

"Hahaha, I guess I have to wait until you are born, save American track and field, and get the 'speed force', swish..."

"Nils, Kevin, what are you talking about?"

Tyson Guy stood up and walked towards the two who were talking.

It was two fourteen-fifteen-year-old black teenagers, dressed in trendy fashion, with all kinds of colorful patterns tattooed on their bodies. They are also athletes trained at the Orlando training base. In Orlando, many black teenagers choose the road of athletes.

Not only in track and field, but also in rugby and basketball.

"Ugh... Tyson, you're there too."

"Hey Tyson, I remember you ran 100 meters too, didn't you hear?" One of the black teenagers seemed to have a good relationship with Tyson Gay, jumping a few steps come over.

"What did you hear?"

"The men's 100-meter record has been broken again." The black teenager spoke quickly, "The Jamaican's record was broken, at the Super Grand Prix in Doha, uh, where is Doha , Forget it, I don't know either. It's such a pity, it wasn't Justin Gatlin who broke the record. Although his score also equaled the world record, the one who broke the record was..."

"It's Chinese, it's Su!"

Before the black boy finished speaking, Tyson Gay had already connected.

"I don't know if Justin can beat him next time. I read the report and analyzed that Justin Gatlin lost in the starting reaction."

"Yes, Tyson, have you seen that Chinese? What's his name, Su, yes, is he really that fast?"

Tyson Gay's face gradually became solemn as he listened to the ramble of the boy in front of him.

It took a long while to spit out a few hoarse words, "Soon, I will play with him."

"Wow, this is the first time we heard that Chinese people can run so fast. Few of those Asians in school can run fast..."

The black boy followed up with a burst of long-winded words, thinking from the Asian he knew all the way to what he ran, Barabara a bunch.

"The 100m record was broken again?!"

The news was like a bomb exploded in his heart, and the originally calm state of mind gradually became surging.

The breaking of the men's 100-meter record may be just a few sighs in the ears of ordinary people, but for Tyson Gay, such a strong and enterprising athlete, it is a completely different concept.

In less than a year, the world record set by Asafa Powell was broken, so what about the next time? !

Will anyone else refresh this score? !

Since last year, he decided to switch to 100 meters, and he was thinking about the challenges he faced.

"This is a test from God! When I focused on 100 meters, he suddenly had a new height."

Tyson Guy thought silently in his heart.

Originally, he only set his sights on this national championship, and it is best to win Justin Gatlin.

But now, he feels he should go further.

Tyson Gay, you will be the top sprinter on the planet!

But now, he should have higher goals to pursue.

"Will I be the daughter of the champion?" Daughter Trinity's words were still in my ears.

Tyson Gay looked at the track and field, at the oval track, his eyes were very firm, "Yes. Trinity, you will definitely be the daughter of the champion."