The New Year had just ended, and the farmland management center was very quiet.
Even most of the staff did not go to work.
There were no other athletes, only Yang Zhuo was training on the track and field field.
It was quiet.
Ever since he came back, he had entered his normal training mode.
In the track and field.
Yang Zhuo was running laps with a belt and a tire.
His clothes were soaked in sweat.
It was such a cold day, but he felt especially hot.
It was fiery hot.
Sprinting training was very tiring. Not only was the amount of exercise heavy, but the key was that they had to practice the same events day after day.
It was very boring for most people.
Fortunately, Yang Zhuo was a man of the house in his previous life, so he could endure the loneliness.
Just as he was running the laps, Li Qinghe and an assistant coach walked over.
She was also holding a bundle of gym sticks in her arms.
Then, the two of them began to work on the track, placing the red and white gymnastic sticks horizontally on the track.
Yang Zhuo pulled Lun Tai and ran over.
"Coach, what are you doing?”
"Training the stride length. Next, we'll do a long jog.”
Li Qing wanted Yang Zhuo to step over the horizontal bars to increase his stride length.
Of course.
This was not the only training method to increase the stride length.
He pulled the rubber band and swung his legs to send his hips.
The wheels ran.
Running on loaded wheels.
Wait a minute.
There were many training methods, but it was easy to feel bored if one kept using the same method.
His body's reaction would become less and less sensitive.
It would also cause the muscles to stiffen and affect flexibility.
Therefore…
Whether it was the practice of stride frequency or stride length, the coaching team would change the method every once in a while.
He tried his best to make Yang Zhuo feel fresh and improve his training efficiency.
He had put in a lot of effort.
Half an hour later.
"Da da da."
Yang Zhuo jumped over a gym stick while running at high speed, and he tried to keep his body relaxed.
This was a crucial point in running.
If the muscles and nerves were in a tense state, it would increase the resistance in the tissues and organs, increase the consumption, and reduce the time to maintain high speed.
On the other hand, his muscles and nerves were in a state of moderate relaxation. It looked like he was not using all his strength, but in fact, his speed was even faster.
Therefore…
Yang Zhuo's previous way of running was wrong.
Now, it was also gradually improving.
......
A week later.
In the track and field.
Yang Zhuo went for the 100m sprint again.
"Ready!"
"Pa!"
Yang Zhuo rushed out.
Li Qing looked at the display screen, which already showed the reaction time of this start.
0.158。
There was progress.
Then, he observed Yang Zhuo's movements in the middle of running.
He wanted to see if the adjustments during this period of time had any effect.
The distance of 100 meters was very short. After Yang Zhuo quickly crossed the line, Li Qing looked at the screen again.
10.30 seconds.
It was 0.13 seconds slower than the 10.16 seconds before the holidays.
However, Li Qing's expression was calm as he nodded slightly.
Very quickly.
Yang Zhuo ran over to take a look at the results and said bitterly,"Coach, it's reduced by 0.13 seconds.”
"What's the hurry? It's normal for it to drop.”
Li Qing was now adjusting Yang Zhuo's stride and frequency.
Originally, he would have taken 46 steps to finish the 100-meter run.
Li Qing passed the test and thought that his ideal stride length was 43 steps.
Therefore, he was adjusting his stride to 43 steps.
And adjusting the stride would inevitably affect the stride frequency.
Before reaching a new stability, it was normal for Yang Zhuo's performance to drop instead of rising.
He had just completed a week of training.
This situation would continue for a while, at least a month, and at most two to three months.
"I know it's normal to lower it, but I still plan to participate in this year's Golden League. Can I adjust it by then?”
Yang Zhuo was a bit depressed.
"Don't worry, it won't take that long. I guarantee that you'll be able to participate in the Golden League in your best condition.”
"Alright, then continue training.”
Yang Zhuo didn't want to rest.
During the adjustment period, he could only do a lot of training to adapt to the current pace.
The step frequency that had decreased due to the increase in stride length had to be slowly increased.
In the end, under the current stride length, the stride frequency would reach the highest.
Soon after.
On the training ground, Yang Zhuo started to train again.
Some people felt that everything depended on talent.
Without talent, it was impossible to succeed.
He also liked to attribute other people's success to talent.
However…
No matter how talented you were, if you didn't work hard enough, you wouldn't be able to achieve the best results.
These two were indispensable.
Only talented and hardworking people could stand on the highest podium in the end.
Yang Zhuo felt that he was very talented.
Therefore, he had to work harder. Otherwise, he would be letting down the talent that the heavens had given him.
Although this kind of training was not like playing a game.
When playing games, killing a monster would increase experience points.
Looking at the experience points continuously increasing, you would have a lot of hope.
However, Yang Zhuo didn't see any increase in his experience points, let alone when he could level up.
This was a test of perseverance and patience.
To become a great athlete, this was a must-have quality.
Once again, a week has passed.
Yang Zhuo tested another 100 meters.
The result was 10.26 seconds.
It was 0.04 seconds faster than the previous test of 10.30 seconds.
"Very good, it's starting to rebound!”
Yang Zhuo heaved a sigh of relief.
Without saying anything else, he turned around and continued his training.
"Comrades, let's work harder
, hey ~ hey ~ yo ~ oh
..."
Li Qing stood where he was and looked at Yang Zhuo, who was singing loudly. A smile appeared on his face.
"This kid! And sing!
He had worked in the field of sprinting for so many years.
He had taught and seen at least a hundred athletes.
Yang Zhuo was not only the most talented person he had ever seen.
He was the most hardworking, the most confident, the most persistent, and the most resistant to loneliness.
If such a person did not succeed, even the heavens would not be able to bear to watch.
......
Beijing University.
The English class ended.
Yang Zhuo, who was sitting in the last row, stretched.
She almost fell asleep listening to this class.
To be honest, he might have skipped a grade to university.
Because of his foundation in his previous life, his English was much better than his classmates.
Now, he would definitely be able to pass level 6.
The teacher walked out of the classroom.
Yang Zhuo also planned to leave.
At this moment, the beautiful class monitor with long hair walked over. She placed her arm on the desk and looked at him with one hand supporting her chin."Yang Zhuo!"
"What's wrong, class monitor?"
"Next month is the Beijing University Track and Field Games. Are you going to participate?”
"There's such a competition?" Yang Zhuo was surprised.”
"Of course, there is one every year.”
"I don't know. It depends on the coach and the school's arrangements. If they want me to go, I'll go. I'm a brick in the school.”
"Pfft…Are you a brick?"
The class monitor rolled his eyes.”
"Hehe."
As they spoke, the class monitor's roommate walked over."Handsome Yang, you're too lucky. You have a few days of class every week and don't have to come for the rest of the time.”
"Happiness?"
Yang Zhuo was speechless."I don't even have a Sunday. All I do is train. I'm exhausted. How can I be happy?"”
It wasn't that they didn't have time to rest.
It was just that the way he rested was different from others.
Bathing, massaging, body testing, and so on.
Occasionally, he would attend sprinting theory classes.
In short, he couldn't be idle.
"Haha."
A girl with a bun covered her mouth and laughed. She continued,"Are there any beautiful athletes in the center?”
"A beautiful athlete? Usually, you can't even see a girl!"
"Haha, how tragic!"
In front of the classroom.
A boy glanced over.
Envy.
He was too f * cking envious.
Although Yang Zhuo didn't spend much time in the class, he was very popular with girls.
Every time, it was a group of girls who took the initiative to talk to him.
There were even beauties from other professions who occasionally came to talk to Yang Zhuo.
It was really infuriating to compare people.
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