Her feet slammed against the damp grass, the white stripe marking the 200 m finish line. She slowed down, grabbing at the timer hanging around her neck. Her fingers wrapped about it, tugging it closer to her face to observe the blinking numbers. Sweat dripped down her face as she stared at the blinking 28. She narrowed her eyes and smirked. She quickly got ready, and then she was off. The weeks flew by as well at her times, and soon she was passing the white line multiple times a day.  After 9 weeks of training, she looked at the timer and a breathless shout of joy burst past her lips. She finished in 26 seconds! She grinned and crouched a bit. She was going to get even faster. (Sorry if its bad)