Run Out of My Life

    Six thirty in the evening.

    Shiping County Sports Center Stadium, colorful flags in every corner were blown by the wind in the night.

    Su Zu and the coaching staff went from the hotel arranged by the sponsor of this championship to the main road of Shiping County to the stadium of the sports center.

    It may be because of the track and field competition. On this way, the entire county center is brightly lit. Several people did not take the vehicle arranged by the organizer, but walked directly. The entire county is not too big Big, after having dinner at the hotel, I helped Su Zu to digest food by the way, followed the road signs in the county town or occasionally asked the pedestrians, and it took only 40 to 50 minutes to arrive at the place.

    "I really don't know what the Olympics will be like?" Wang Yuanbin sighed sincerely, recalling that after asking for directions just now, an aunt who had come out to buy vegetables heard that they were The athletes and coaches participating in the competition directly put aside the matter of going home to cook for their families, and enthusiastically led the way for several people along the way, occasionally introducing the cultural and historical architectural features of Shiping County. Confidence is truly admirable.

    "I heard that the Imperial City will build a new stadium for the next two years. It will be used for the future Olympic Games. I really want to see it soon."

    Everyone has feelings, usually participate in competitions, basically fixed in a small circle, ordinary people can't feel the atmosphere of many sports competitions. This time, almost the whole county has been mobilized in Shiping County. The kind of active and honorable national sports atmosphere is indescribably good for people in a sports system.

    As soon as I entered the stadium, a heat wave hit the pavement. Because it was night, there were a lot more people in the auditorium than during the day. In addition to the local residents, many of them came from Siliba villages. The various dialects were mixed with the cheers of Mandarin. Zhang Zhang smiled with excitement on his face.

    Because the organizer did not arrange the game in the afternoon, although the sky was not dark at this time, there was already a game on the field.

    The track starts with the women's 400m hurdles preliminaries, followed by the men's 400m hurdles preliminaries, followed by the women's and men's 100m finals. In terms of field events, there are men's pole vault, decathlon high jump, women's hammer throw, women's long jump and other events.

    Su Zu was wearing long-sleeved trousers and sat on the sidelines to rest. The weather at the end of October in Jiangnan Province was a little cooler in the morning and evening, and he had a fever all the way, so he had to keep his body temperature. After the body exercise heats up, it suddenly cools down again. When you do strenuous exercise next time, it is easy to cause muscle and joint injuries.

    Time passed little by little, and at about 7:15 pm, the women's 100-meter final began. Su Zu got up from the sidelines, pressed his legs, stretched his muscles, twisted his waist, lowered his waist, moved his wrists, ankles and hip joints back and forth, and started to do some simple warm-ups on the field with high leg raises.

      necessary injury.

    Don't look at these casual pre-match activities, many athletes' muscle strains and joint injuries are related to insufficient warm-up.

    "Men's 100m finalists, please be ready..."

    The announcement sounded three times in a row on the radio. Su Zu finally checked the spikes and took off his long clothes and trousers. Under the encouragement of Li Zhizhong and other members of the coaching staff, he trotted into the arena .

    As soon as he walked onto the track, Su Zu felt the wind blowing through the arena and felt a little cool. The sports venues in Shiping County are not closed venues, but are transparent from east to west, only blocked by low walls, and the rostrum and auditorium are in the north and south.

    Before the starting line, eight finalists appeared one after another, and the broadcast once again briefly introduced the contestants on each track. In this final, the cameraman did not give the contestants a close-up one by one in detail. The close-up, basically swept from one side of the track, and ran to the starting line on the other side.

    Su Zu was standing in the fifth lane, and the fourth lane on his left was the Asian Games third runner-up Chen Jian.

    Maybe because I just took off my clothes, there was wind blowing in the arena, and I felt a little cool.

    "Place..."

    Seeing that the contestants are almost ready, the starter shouted a slogan to remind all the contestants to return to the starting block.

    "Ah!"

    Suddenly, Chen Jian next to Su Zu clenched his fists and roared loudly, his shy and introverted appearance faded in an instant, and his eyes flashed with blazing fire. As described in martial arts novels, the peerless master is raising his momentum to the extreme at this time, and his whole body is filled with murderous aura, ready to kill with one blow at any time.

    "Chen Jian, this young man, before the competition, was still in great shape."

    Yu Liwei, who has been watching every move in the finals from the sidelines, nodded again and again, as if he was quite satisfied with the athlete's excited state.

    This is a player who has participated in an international competition. When confronted with an opponent's challenge before the competition, there will be an instinctive state of defending honor.

    "Chen Jian, you can win. You are the third runner-up in the Asian Games, and your goal is the Olympic Games in two years, which is the international arena."

    Chen Jian's direct coach Mai Shaoqiang pursed his lips and bulged his cheeks slightly. Obviously, the coach watching the game was also clenching his teeth, and he was also staring intently at every move in the track and field.

    Su Zu took a long breath, not affected by Chen Jian's roar, squatted in front of the starting block, adjusted his breathing to a steady state, raised his ears, and listened to the upcoming sound The sound of gunshots.

    "Prepare—"

    "Pop!"

    A crisp starting gun sounded, and all the suppressed sounds came out again in an instant.

    "Run, run!"

    "Come on..."

    All kinds of cheers and applause, one after another.

    At the moment when the gun rang, Su Zu slammed his feet on the starting block and ran forward quickly. His starting reaction speed has now stabilized within 0.2 seconds, and occasionally it can be around 0.15 seconds when he is in good condition.

    But his starting reaction is fast, and other players in the same final are basically at the same level, and they are not much slower than him, and there are others who are faster than his starting reaction.

    This time at the start, Chen Jian's reaction was basically about 0.12 seconds, and a single start took the lead. This extremely small gap is almost invisible to the naked eye. But for the athletes on the field, to seize this tiny starting reaction advantage is one point faster than when others are contracting and exerting force.

    Five meters, ten meters, thirty meters... Chen Jian took the lead, and the advantage gained from the starting reaction quickly turned into the advantage of starting acceleration.

    Su Zu in the fifth lane clearly felt that Chen Jian in the fourth lane had to surpass himself by one position. This acceleration of the first 30 meters was better than that before he changed his running style. Not to mention the outbreak.

    Fifty meters, Su Zu's speed gradually caught up, and Chen Jian also clearly felt that this young player who was valued by him was surprisingly fast in speed, in the first half of his best Cheng almost clenched it tightly.

    Right now, enter the second half. After Su Zu ran 50 meters, his speed had completely reached the peak. After changing his running method, his acceleration in the first half of the race decreased, but once the speed was added up, the stride frequency and stride length reached the most suitable rhythm, and the speed decreased. Not going down at all.

    "Fast fast!"

    On the short 100-meter track, the people watching from the sidelines watched as the two figures surpassed the finalists around them and rushed to the finish line together.

    The hearts of those who follow the event are in their throats, and those who do not know the inside story can't imagine that Chen Jian, who just won the third place in the Asian Games, has no opponents in the men's 100 meters in the National Track and Field Championships for two consecutive years. Chen Jian, unexpectedly met a rival in this match.

    "Crossing the line!" Someone shouted.

    On the field, Su Zu and Chen Jian ran across the finish line almost at the same time, and the third and fourth runners behind them were two or three meters behind.

    "Results, how much? Who ran first?"

      Missed the next bit of information.

    After a while, all the runners who crossed the finish line were completely buffered and stopped.

    The broadcast of the event conference sounded, and the results appeared on the timing board.

    "10 seconds 17."

    Everyone who saw this result was stunned again. Chen Jian's head coach Mai Shaoqiang took off his glasses and wiped them again, with an unbelievable look on his face.

    How is that possible? Who is this running? Is this a national record? ! Can someone tie the national record?

    Is it Chen Jian of the fourth way, or Su Zu of the fifth way?

    A series of questions lingered in the minds of those watching the game.

    "...The fourth course of Chen Jian, 10 seconds 18, the fifth course of Su Zu, 10 seconds 17..." The conference broadcast broadcast the results of this group of finals one by one.

    "Ah, Su Zu, Su Zu won, Su Zu won first. 10 seconds 17?! This is a national record, Su Zu has set the national record..." The moment Wang Yuanbin heard the results came out , The whole person jumped up, his face flushed red, and he was very excited.

    "The wind is too high?!" Sweat slipped, and the wind blew a little coolness, and Li Zhizhong suddenly woke up.

    Sure enough, before everyone waited for a long time, the timing referee gave an explanation.

    The downwind is 2.9 meters per second, super wind speed, Su Zu's performance in the men's 100-meter final of the National Track and Field Championships and Grand Prix Finals is not listed as equal to the national 100-meter sprint record.

    Excessive wind speed refers to the fact that the downwind helps athletes to improve their performance. The IAAF has stipulated the limit of downwind wind speed, that is, 2 meters per second. The results below are valid, but not listed as any record.

    The countless athletes and coaches on the sidelines, and the staff at all levels of the event host, sighed lightly and felt sorry.

    The national record, it has been many years since no one ran, and it happened once, but unfortunately, the wind speed exceeded.