Almighty Coach

It's quiet on the open road. It's not a major traffic road here, so there are few vehicles passing by. Not to mention that today is a weekend, many people will choose to rest at home, rather than wandering outside in a car.

A middle-aged uncle wearing glasses stands on the lawn in front of his house, wearing a baseball glove in one hand and a baseball in the other.

"Pick up!" The middle-aged uncle made a tossing gesture and then tossed the baseball to the opposite side.

Opposite him was a little boy, eight or nine years old, with a baseball glove on his hand. The little boy saw the ball flying and reached out and grabbed it.

At this moment, someone was running along the side of the road, one after another, more and more people were running, they all carried numbers on their backs, and they knew at a glance that they were athletes participating in a long-distance race.

The little boy stopped and looked at those who ran over the road.

"Dad, are they playing?" The boy asked.

"This should be a marathon." The middle-aged uncle with glasses also stopped and said, "This season is not too cold nor too hot. It's really a good season for marathons. "

"Marathon, there will definitely be sports stars in there!" The little boy looked at the crowd expectantly, hoping to see the stars.

"Don't look for it, there can't be a star. This is just a marathon enthusiast's competition. The contestants are all amateurs!" The middle-aged uncle explained with a smile.

"You didn't participate in the game, how do you know there are no sports stars in there?" The boy asked with a disappointed expression.

"Look at that man." The middle-aged uncle pointed to a running fat man in the crowd, and then said: "If it is a very professional marathon, how can there be a player of that size? So this is definitely a marathon. The level of competitions organized by amateurs is very low. Everyone focuses on participation. It is impossible for professional athletes to participate, let alone sports stars. "

The little boy fell asleep with his father's finger and looked at the fat man. The fat man was among the crowd, but his size made him very conspicuous. The number behind him also showed that he was really a contestant.

"He looks fat, not like the kind of person who can complete the game." The little boy said discouraged.

"Yeah, so your mother and I will let you eat more vegetables and less high-calorie food like French fries, otherwise you will become that way, too fat to complete the marathon."

The little boy nodded helplessly. He obviously didn't want to give up those delicious high-calorie foods, but he didn't want to become a clumsy fat man.

...

Fatty Hassel didn't know that he became the negative textbook for the uncle of the roadside to educate his son.

At this time, Hassel was already sweaty and his clothes were soaked. He was even a little unclear about the southeast and northwest. The only thing he could do was to keep running with the people in front.

Hassel did n’t know how long he had been running. He only remembered that at the beginning, the surroundings were still full of people. Gradually, the crowd turned into a long line, and occasionally two or three people would go side by side. Beside him, fewer and fewer people, some people ran to the front, some people began to fall behind.

Hassel does not know whether he is running fast or slow. In front of him, the colorful sportswear looks dazzled, which also makes Hassel feel a sense of security, at least let him understand that he is not running alone He also has many companions.

Hassel didn't know how far away he was from the end point. At this time, he was just running mechanically, like a tireless robot on the assembly line in an automated factory. In fact, when he entered the stage of running at a constant speed, he had paralyzed his limbs and forgot his physical exertion. He did not even think in his mind, but simply repeated the running movements.

Passing a supply station, a volunteer handed Hassel a bottle of mineral water. Instead of stopping, Hassel grabbed the mineral water bottle and opened the water bottle while continuing to move forward. Into the mouth.

A full bottle of underwater belly made Hassel feel a lot refreshed. The water intake also promoted his circulation, and he shed more sweat.

At this time, Hassel looked very embarrassed, and his running movement was also very clumsy, even giving people the feeling that maybe he would not be able to persevere in the next second, and then stopped and sat on the roadside to rest.

On the roadside, there are indeed contestants who choose to sit down and rest. Whenever Hassel passes by, they will look at Hassel with a strange look, either admiration, sympathy, or confusion. Maybe they don't understand why a fat man like Hassel will stick to it until now.

"You can't stop, you can't stop. Coach Li told me that you must keep running. Even if you run slower than walking, you can't stop and rest. Once you sit down, it will be difficult to stand up again." Li Dai's advice flashed in Hassel's mind.

There are fewer and fewer people around the fat man, and some people are faster, gradually throwing the fat man behind him and disappearing into the fat man's sight; there are also human bodies that consume a lot of energy, the speed gradually slows down, and the fat man is left behind. This is the same as the marathon, the crowd starting together will gradually spread out, and the originally tight team will become more and more loose.

The fat man still runs at his own rhythm, ignoring those who surpassed him, and those who were surpassed by him. This is what he has been practicing these days, that is, running at a constant speed according to his own rhythm.

From early morning to noon, the sun is getting higher and higher, and the temperature is gradually rising. The fat man only feels hotter and hotter, and sweat is also doubled.

The sun finally rose right above the head, the hottest day of the day was coming, and the fat man finally realized that he had run all morning. But he did not feel tired, or that his body was completely used to this rhythm of running.

But the fat man felt very thirsty, and the sun shining on him gave him a feeling of being burnt, and the water in his body evaporated faster and faster.

"Persevere, persevere, it should be almost at the supply station, and at the supply station, I will have water to drink." The fat man licked his lips.

Sweat rose from the fat man's forehead, rolled down along the cheeks, stayed on the chin, accumulated into larger sweat beads, and finally fell to the ground. Where the fat man passes, there will always be a mark of sweat on the ground, and in the front, the fat man has not passed the place, it is the sweat of other people.

Time seemed to be still at this moment, or the fat man could not feel the passage of time. He looked at the front in a hurry, continued the mechanical stride, the mechanical swinging his arm, and repeating the same movement continuously.

Finally, a large number of people appeared in front of them, as well as some billboard-style things.

"It's the supply station ahead!" Fatty Hassel could not remember how many supply stations he had passed. Before that, as long as someone on the roadside handed over mineral water, Hassel would catch it and drink it. Keep running.

This time, the fat man ran like he did the previous few times, and he saw the staff and volunteers in green overalls.

However, instead of handing him mineral water, the staff stuffed a piece of paper into the fat man's hand.

"Go here and register here!" The staff member said.

"What is this?" The fat man asked subconsciously, and this sentence also disrupted his breathing rhythm. He instantly felt a sense of weakness.

"Your proof of completion! 58-kilometer proof of completion" The staff did not pay attention to the fat man after speaking, but handed the next piece of paper directly to the contestant behind the fat man.

"Proof of completion? I finished?" The fat man looked at the piece of paper in his hand. This is indeed a proof of completion of the 58-kilometer race with the number just written on it.

"I'm done! For 58 kilometers, I'm really done!" Hassel finally stopped, and he took off his completely soaked shirt.

"This 24-hour frogman challenge is not as difficult as I thought!"

...

Blonde little brother Cruz lay on the beach, in front of him was a wall about two meters and five high.

The two-meter-five-height wall is one of the 25 obstacles. The contestant has to climb the high wall and then turn to the ground on the other side.

For the usual Cruz, this is not a difficult project. Cruz has a height of more than 1.8 meters, and is a sportsman. The wall is 2.5 meters high. He doesn't even need to run, he can jump to the wall with his arms stretched.

However, at this time, Cruz was unable to turn over the wall. He has tried many times, but his physical strength is not enough to allow him to cross from one side of the wall to the other. His hands can catch the head of the wall, but there is no Strength supported his body.

The 58-kilometer long-distance running and 8-kilometer swimming completely drained Cruz's physical strength. The 25 simplest obstacles for him at this time have become the heirloom.

"I didn't expect the difficulty of the 24 Hour Frogman Challenge to be so great. I have signed up for a special fitness training course, but it is still difficult to pass." Cruz gasped for breath, and he decided to take a break before accumulating some physical strength. And then over the wall in front of him.

"In the previous two projects, I was consuming too much physical energy. The 58-kilometer long-distance running is okay to say, the key is the 8-kilometer swimming ..." Cruz unconsciously recalled the time when he just participated in the 8-kilometer swimming situation.

8 kilometers of swimming, Cruise spent more than three hours, and the physical energy consumed by these three hours is not much less than the 58 kilometers of long-distance running.

Swimming is inherently more physical than long-distance running, and it is still in outdoor public waters. Even people who are very good at swimming will feel exhausted after swimming for more than three hours, and after swimming for 58 kilometers, swimming for another three hours is enough to exhaust any one.

So this sportsman fell down. In fact, he did not injustice at all. There are not many contestants who can stick to the 25 obstacles. Most people will stop the first two events.

"Let's lie down for a while, my physical strength will recover, then I will over the wall!" The idea kept appearing in Cruz's mind, but his mind was groggy, Consciousness is also becoming more and more blurred.

"Sleepy, I want to sleep for a while." Cruz glanced at the wall not far away.

A chubby but vague back view appeared under the wall. He started, jumped, grasped the wall head with both hands, and his feet kept pushing against the wall. I saw his fierce support from his arms. On the wall.

It is said to be on the wall, in fact, the whole body is lying on the wall, the stomach is clamped on the wall as a support, the body is suspended in the air, and from the perspective of Cruise, he can only see the fat man continually staring at the legs to keep Keeping his body in balance, a scallion fell to the other side of the wall ~ www.readwn.com ~ Ugly posture. This person's appearance reminds me of Hassel. I don't know how he is now. It should have been eliminated long ago. "Cruise sighed, and at the same time his eyes could no longer support him, and he closed slowly. A dozen seconds later, an even snoring sound came out of Cruz's nose."

When a staff member passed by, he crouched down and looked at it. He realized that Cruise was just asleep, so he took a blanket from the side, covered it, and muttered, "Here again There is one more person who is asleep and has retired. "

The staff clearly knows that at this time, as long as the person who has slept in the past, it is impossible to wake up again in a short time, and it is impossible to return to the game again.

...

Fat Hassel climbed up from the ground, and the way of slanting over the wall made him a little dizzy, and the ground was soft sand, so he took a mouthful of sand.

"Bah ah ..." The fat man spit out the sand, then raised his head, his eyes fixed on looking forward.

He is going to challenge the next obstacle.