Tim was coming up on the strait away, he put his foot to pavement, and floored it. The speedometer, at the end of the track was tracking him. 18... 23... 27... 31... He was running so fast, chuncks of pavement flew out from under his feet. He passed the speedometer. His legs burned. It was a good burn. 31, New personal record. He thought. His face was dripping with sweat. He heard his grand duaghter cheer him on. He walked t'words them.