Pow! I blasted past the Zimbabwean runner Brian Dzingai so fast it was ridiculous. Nobody could catch me. I hit the corner and curved around the bend real smooth, like Don Quarrie in those old videos, and I was strong. The force Id built in my hamstrings, abs and calves blasted me towards the line like rocket fuel, and I felt the energy surging through my legs. My muscles tensed and flexed like pistons. Forget Osaka. I had power. I peeked across the line, there was nobody close to me. With 50 meters to go I was out of sight and I knew the race was won. Win first, think about the time second. I looked up. Come on, Usain, I thought. You are running for the clock now... I could see 16 seconds. Sixteen?! Oh crap, I am going to do this! Then 17 ... 18 ... 19 ... One ... ... Last ... ... Push! These was an explosion of bright light and big sound, the crowd went crazy, a mad mix of color as thousands of flickering cameras went off and people waved flags. The time was huge: 19:30 seconds - a new world record - and if my celebrations for the 100 had been mad, then in that moment I was lost, I didnt know what to do. I spread my arms wide, I wanted to tear off my shirt and throw it into the air. My mind had gone. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Usain Bolt: Making of 200 meters world record, 2008 Beijing Olympics
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 08:08:54 +0000
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