Almighty Coach

The open road is very quiet. This is not a traffic artery, so there are very few vehicles passing by. What's more, today is the weekend, and many people will choose to rest at home instead of driving around outside.

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

"Catch it!" The middle-aged uncle made a gesture of throwing the ball, and then threw the baseball to the opposite side.

Opposite him was a little boy, about eight or nine years old, also wearing a baseball glove. When the little boy saw the ball flying towards him, he reached out and grabbed it.

At this moment, someone ran along the side of the road. One after another, more and more people were running. They all carried numbers on their backs. It was obvious at a glance that they were athletes participating in a certain long-distance running competition.

The little boy stopped and looked at the people running across the road.

"Dad, are they competing?" the little boy asked.

"This should be a marathon." The middle-aged uncle wearing glasses also stopped, and then said: "This season is neither too cold nor too hot, and it is really a good season for running a marathon. "

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

"Don't look for it, there can't be stars. This is just a competition for marathon enthusiasts. The level of the participants are all amateurs!" The middle-aged uncle explained with a smile.

"You didn't participate in the competition, how do you know there are no sports stars?" The little boy asked with a look of disbelief.

"Look at that man." The middle-aged uncle pointed to a fat man who was running in the crowd, and then said, "If it's a professional marathon event, why would there be a runner with that body? So this must be a marathon The level of competitions organized by fans is very low, everyone focuses on participation, it is impossible for professional athletes to participate, let alone sports stars.”

The little boy fell asleep on his father's finger and looked at the fat man. The fat man was mixed in the crowd, but his figure made him very conspicuous. The number on his back 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 a little discouraged.

"Yeah, that's why your mother and I told you to eat more vegetables and less calorie-dense foods like french fries, otherwise you will become like that too fat to finish 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 Hassell didn't know that he had become a negative teaching material for the uncle on the roadside to educate his son.

At this time, Hassel was already covered in sweat and his clothes were soaked. He couldn't even tell the difference between south, east and north. The only thing he could do was to keep running along with the people in front of him.

Hassel didn't know how long he had been running. He only remembered that at the very beginning, there were still people around. Gradually, the crowd became a long line, and occasionally there would be two or three people walking side by side. Around him, there were fewer and fewer people, some people ran to the front, and some people started to fall behind.

Hassel didn't know whether he was running fast or slow. Before his eyes, the colorful sportswear looked a little dazzling, which also made Hassel feel a sense of security. At least it made him understand that he was not running alone. , he has many companions.

Hassel didn't know how far he was from the finish line. He was just running mechanically at this moment, 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 already paralyzed his limbs and forgot about the fatigue of his body. He didn't even have any thoughts in his mind, but simply repeated the running action.

Passing by a supply station, a volunteer handed Hassel a bottle of mineral water. Hassel didn’t stop, but grabbed the mineral water bottle directly. into the mouth.

After drinking the whole bottle of water, Hassel felt much refreshed all over his body, and the intake of water also improved his body circulation, and he sweated more.

At this time, Hassel looked very embarrassed, and his running movements were also very clumsy, and it even gave people a feeling that maybe he would not be able to hold on in the next second, and then stopped and sat on the side of the road to rest.

On the side of the road, some contestants did choose to sit down and rest. Whenever Hassell passed by, they would look at Hassell with strange eyes, either in admiration, sympathy, or bewilderment. Maybe they don't understand why a fat man like Hassel has persisted until now.

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

There are fewer and fewer people around the fat man. Some people are faster, gradually leaving the fat man behind and disappearing from the fat man's sight; there are also some people who are seriously exhausted, and their speed gradually slows down, and they are left behind by the fat man. This is the same as a marathon, the crowds starting together will gradually disperse, and the tight formation will become looser and looser.

The fat man was still running at his own pace, 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 was getting higher and higher, and the temperature began to rise gradually. The fat man only felt hotter and hotter, and his sweat doubled.

The sun finally rose directly above his head, and the hottest part of the day was approaching, and the fat man finally realized that he had been running all morning. But he didn't feel tired, or his body was completely used to this running rhythm.

But the fat man felt very thirsty. The sun shone on his body, making him feel like he was being burned, and the water in his body was evaporating faster and faster.

"Hold on, hold on, I should be almost at the supply station. When I get there, I'll have water to drink." The fat man licked his lips.

Sweat burst from the fat man's forehead, rolled down his cheeks, stayed at the chin, accumulated into bigger sweat beads, and finally fell to the ground. Where the fat man passed by, there would always be marks of sweat on the ground, and in front of him, where the fat man had not passed, it would be the sweat of other people.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, or the fat man could no longer feel the passage of time. He looked forward hesitantly, continued to take steps mechanically, swung his arms mechanically, and repeated the same movements over and over again.

Finally, there was a large crowd ahead, and something like a billboard.

"There is a supply station in front!" Fat Hassel can't remember how many supply stations he has passed. Before that, whenever someone handed him mineral water on the side of the road, Hassel would catch it and drink it. keep running.

This time, the fat man ran over like 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 over there and register!" the staff member said.

"What is this?" Fatty asked subconsciously, and this sentence also disrupted his breathing rhythm, and he suddenly felt a sense of fatigue.

"Your proof of race completion! Proof of your 58-kilometer race completion" the staff member ignored the fat man after speaking, but directly handed the next piece of paper to the contestant behind the fat man.

"Completion certificate? I finished the run?" The fat man looked at the piece of paper in his hand. It was indeed a completion certificate for a 58-kilometer long-distance race, with the number just written on it.

"I finished the run! A full 58 kilometers, I really finished!" Hassel finally stopped, and he took off his completely soaked top.

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

...

The blond brother Cruise was lying on the beach, and in front of him was a wall about two meters high.

The 2.5-meter-high wall is one of 25 obstacles. Competitors have to climb the high wall and then fall to the ground on the other side.

For the usual Cruise, this is not a difficult project. Cruise is more than 1.8 meters tall, and he is also an athlete. He can climb to the top of the wall with a height of 2.5 meters without even running up.

However, at this time, Cruise was unable to climb over the wall. He had tried many times, but his physical strength was not enough for him to climb over from one side of the wall to the other. His hands could grab the top of the wall, but he could not. Strength to support his body.

The 58-kilometer long-distance run and 8-kilometer swim completely exhausted Cruise's physical strength. The 25 obstacles that were originally the easiest for him became a natural moat that he could not overcome.

"I didn't expect the 24-hour frogman challenge to be so difficult. I have signed up for a special physical training course, but it is still difficult to pass." Cruz panted heavily. He decided to take a break first and then accumulate some physical strength , and climb over the wall in front of you.

"In the previous two events, I exhausted too much physical energy. The 58-kilometer long-distance run is okay, but the key is the 8-kilometer swim..." Cruise unconsciously recalled the time when he participated in the 8-kilometer swim. situation.

It took Cruise more than three hours to swim the 8 kilometers, and the physical energy consumed in these three hours was not much less than the 58 kilometers long-distance running.

Swimming is inherently more energy-consuming than long-distance running, and it is still in outdoor public waters. Even a very good swimmer can feel exhausted after swimming for more than three hours straight, and three hours after a 58km run is enough to exhaust anyone.

So this athlete fell down. In fact, he was not wronged at all. There are not many contestants who can persist to 25 obstacles, and most of them will stop at the first two events.

"Lie down for a while, my physical strength will recover, and I will climb over that wall by then!" This idea kept appearing in Cruise's mind, but his mind was dizzy, Consciousness is also getting blurred.

"I'm so sleepy, I really want to sleep for a while." Cruise glanced at the wall not far away.

A fat but vague figure appeared under the wall. He started running, jumped, grabbed the top of the wall with both hands, and kept kicking the wall with his feet. With a sudden support of his arms, he climbed onto the wall with the momentum of forward and jumping. On top of the wall.

It is said to be on the top of the wall, but in fact, the whole body is placed on the wall, the stomach is clamped on the wall as a support, and the body is suspended in the air. From Cruise's perspective, he can only see the fat man constantly staring at his legs to keep Balancing his body, he fell headlong to the other side of the wall.

"What an ugly pose. The appearance of this man reminds me of Hassell. I don't know how he is now. He should have been eliminated a long time ago." Cruise sighed secretly, and at the same time his eyes could no longer support him, Close it slowly, and after ten seconds, a uniform snoring sound came from Cruise's nose.

A staff member passed by, and he squatted down to take a look, and found that Cruise had just fallen asleep, so he took a blanket from the side, covered Cruise, and muttered to himself: "Here is another One fell asleep, and another retired."

The staff obviously knew that at this time, as long as the person who fell asleep, it would be impossible to wake up in a short time, let alone return to the game.

...

Fat Hassel got up from the ground, and the way he crossed the wall headfirst made him a little dizzy, and the ground was covered with soft sand, so he ate a mouthful of sand.

"Bah, bah, bah..." The fat man spat out the sand, then raised his head, looking forward with persistent eyes.

He is going to challenge the next obstacle.