That's better. Don't be afraid to use the flat of your foot. Running on your toes is too hard on your legs. Now swing your arms, Perry. Drive 'em out and pull 'em back, boy! No, no, don't make an effort of it. Just easy, just easy. That's better."
Mr. Addicks trotted alongside to the turn and then called a halt.
"That's enough. Now get your breath and watch the way I do it. Watch my arms particularly."
He crouched for a start, unlike the usual sprinter holding but one hand to the ground. Then he launched forward, caught his stride almost at once and ran lightly back along the track, his long legs scarcely seeming to make any effort and his arms reaching forward and back, his body twisting slightly above the hips from side to side. It was pretty work, and even Perry, who had never seen many runners, realized that he was watching one who was, allowing for lack of recent practice, a past-master. After that he was sent off again and again, for short distances, at scarcely more than a trot until he at last solved the philosophy of the arm movement. He had begun to despair of ever getting the hang of it when, suddenly, he awoke
to the realization that, for the first time since he
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