Mom asked us to be careful, because people were talking about a creature that was hairy, fast and with bloody eyes and sharp teeth. We thought it is unbelivable and funny, just for people could have something to talk about. After all it seemed impossible. We took different way than usually. We walked until we came to an old, ugly, deserted house. Curiosity was so great that we forgot mom's advice. Approaching the house we saw window frames covered with cobwebs . We decided to open the door even tough we were frightened... Creeeek! We trembled and took a step back .. we realized that it was just the floor board .. we moved on .. it was dark and freaky. Moving to the next room, we found an old broken sofa with black table.The room next to us opened up a hideous view so that I nearly fainted. Hanging down from the ceiling our neightbour. Her skin was blue and he was completely covered in blood.
come into town at all, but I'm certainly not going to let you out of my sight till they're gone." I shivered. "Finally, a rational response!" he murmured. "I was beginning to think you had no sense of self-preservation at all." I let that one pass, looking away, my eyes wandering again around the spacious room. He followed my gaze. "Not what you expected, is it?" he asked, his voice smug. "No," I admitted. "No coffins, no piled skulls in the corners; I don't even think we have cobwebs... what a disappointment this must be for you," he continued slyly. I ignored his teasing. "It's so light... so open." He was more serious when he answered. "It's the one place we never have to hide." The song he was still playing, my song, drifted to an end, the final chords shifting to a more melancholy key. The last note hovered poignantly in the silence. "Thank you," I murmured. I realized there were tears in my eyes. I dabbed at them, embarrassed.
85 from a 2.07 original--a 0.22 overall improvement. Now it was time to retest the 40-yard dash. "Just Run Your 10" "To transition to the 40, people forget all they learned in the 10. Just run your 10. Run the best 10 you can. Don't worry about the rest but nish to the 40-yard line. But ... run that 10 like it's for Olympic gold." That was it? Five 10-yard dash practice runs and less than 15 minutes of coaching? I took one warm-up run at about 60% of max effort to shake out the cobwebs. "Ready?" I asked Joe. "Ready." Then I hovered in the starting stance for what seemed like an eternity, making tiny adjustments, trying to keep the dozen or so points straight. And I was off. For the rst time in a long time, I felt fast. I kept my head down and body forward as I blew past the 10-yard mark. I could sense I was nearing the 40-yard nish and looked up, at which point I felt a sharp pull. Before I could blink, I had passed the 40 and was decelerating into a jog.
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