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1.Running in place increased my heart rate the most. This was because it was the most exercise.
2. Walking slowly had increased my heart rate the least. This is because it was only a little bit higher then resting.
3. Yes. I knew resting was going to be the least because it is not doing any exercise. I knew running in place was going to raise my heart rate the most because its the most exercise.
4. I saw that after the walking part and once I was on the running in place part it got way bigger. It is a very big jump on the graph.
5. It needs to deliver what the muscles need. But it needs to do it faster.
Paragraph: The toughest part of the experiment was not getting our heart rate up at the beginning. We were all ready to start running around. The most fun part was running in place. I could really feel my heart rate get up. I learned how much really the heart rate goes up. That was really interesting to learn the heart rate while sitting because I alwase thought it was like 100 beats per minute.
We just got some news. It definitely wasn't good though. But I knew why. People were tackling and playing ruff at lunch recess. Football has been going bad all week with arguing and “too much contact.” Truly this has been the most fun ive had all my time at westgate playing football. Football is my favorite sport and having the opportunity to play it at school. I have been dominating for the last four years and then finally getting the pick I deserve. The problem is I will never be a first round pick because the captains always select their best friends. I feel good. Doing the best on my school work the doing my best and finally Im starting to get noticed on the field. Finally being on the stacked team. When I was on the unstacked team for sure I was complaining. But the stacked team is the best. Scoring touchdown after touchdown winning game after game. Man, I was beasting out there scoring left and right pick after pick. I wasn't the best but I was up there. But finally the other team cracked. I had just striped it from Ryan and was on my touchdown run and scored. Having so much fun. Getting swept up in the moment celebrating with my teammates. Doing my little chicken dance in the endzone. Then I caught a glimpse of them running over to the teacher but it was too late they were to close and I was too far. They were talking then blew the whistle at us. They made such a drastic decision. Banning Football?!!! I worked the rest of the day at school and went home. I did my homework but I was so furious. Why do we have this stupid rule at school. No football! C’mon. What world are we living in. I laid in my bed thinking of it. Running it threw my mind. It just wasnt right to me. Football was part of my daily routine. I do my work and get rewarded with football. If I was principal I would let the kids play tackle football. I would actually would let the kids have fun at school unlike the one we have right now. This wouldn't happen if we didn't have this dumb rule. I screeched “I think i’m going to move to Canada!” Luckily no one heard I would still be having fun. Eventually went to sleep with the thought on my mind.
I woke up but with shock. I was in a bush in Downtown Arlington. Sure I knew how to get home but the real question was how did I get here. I was brushing off my pajamas from all the leaves and twigs. Then I realized the chaos that was going on around me. People driving on the wrong side of the road and driving from the back seat. There were overgrown plants everywhere with animals roaming the streets. Its like we went back in time. When it was all farmland and the animals roaming. There were packs of dogs like packs of wolves but dogs. They looked mean so I decided to avoid them. I was observing the area some more. It was crazy. People huddling by this fire in this barrel.
I whispered “I bet Canada is better than here.”
There were over grown trees and people swinging vine to vine across them. They were like newer versions of Tarzan. Good think I bring my phone when I go to sleep so when these things happen. I call my mom. Bring Bring Bring beep boop.
“Luke where are you. Come home immediately.” She yells
“Mom let me tell you my side of the story. So it was a regular night but when I wake up BAM! Im in a crazy world”
She cuts me off by saying “Luke calm down. The world is just like it is always is Lucas. What have you been doing? Im going to see if video games do this to you peanut brain.”
“Mom that wasnt nice and whats with you. Usually you would be flipping because i'm outside alone. You dont even know where I am,” I said.
She hung up and I made my way home. I was trying to avoid anything that looked mean.
I got home. I looked at the clock.
“Wow what time did I wake up at? Its only five o’clock!”
I was tired from the long walk home so I decided to rest and watch some tv. The good thing is all the good shows are on really early in the morning. I laid down and watched some sponge bob. My favorite episode was on. The one when spongebob’s house gets destroyed and he stays with patrick. My favorite part that makes me always laugh didn't disappoint. It came up. Patrick and Spongebob were going to sleep but then Patrick has a dream about spiders and crushes Spongebob with his house. I was laughing my head off. HA ha ha ha ha hahahahahahah. This went on for about an hour. Spongebob is my absolute favorite show in the whole wide world. Then all of a sudden a person runs threw the glass of the window with a baseball bat and completely destroying the tv. Swing after swing. Every strike hitting the tv sparks flying. The guy didn't even look at me. It was like I said
“Dont mind me while you destroy my tv. “
The thing that made me furious was that I was watching my favorite show. I mean you never mess with a guy while he's watching himself some sponge bob.
I whispered to myself "I bet people in Canada don't do this. I bet there's no weirdos in Canada and they don't smash up your tv.
While It was so early in the morning I passed out on the couch. Then I woke up and saw the time.
"Mom do you realise what time it is. School is starting in 15 minutes and i'm not even dressed!"
Mom moaned "Luke, who cares no one really goes to school. What's the big deal. No one ever goes to school."
"Mom I go with or without you. I'm going."
I got ready for school. The fastest I've ever gone. If I was timed I would have the world record. I let the sink fill up with water while I slipped my cloths on. The dunked my head in the water for my makeshift shower. Then ran down the stairs and then I got a somewhat air dry for my hair. Then I took my lunch put some cereal in my mouth dumped some milk in my mouth and ran out the door. I was sprinting. Then I realized I should have listened to mom. To my surprise no one showed up. Actually a whopping 4 people including me. Me, Ryan, Tucker and Aiden.
I tried to create smalltalk "So how was your weekend"
Ryan answered immediately "Well someone ripped the roof off my house and then it started on fire just like a regular weekend."
"So what happened to Mr.Solarz?"
"Well we kinda take days off of school and I guess he took one off today."
"Take days off of school? Are you crazy! School is where you learn. Dont the truant officers come after you."
"If you want to talk to me you got to talk to me in English. And stop making up jobs.
We talked all the way to lunch. Then we were eating and the one 3rd grader their flings his cold mashed potatoes across the room and landed right on top of Tuckers head. Tucker reacting like anybody else would launches his sandwich right back at him. Then all broke out and a ultimate food fight occurred. Me knowing no teachers were there did my part. Food flying and it was a lot for their only being about ten people there. I got hit a couple of times but I got behind this table that had gotten flipped over. I saw the kid do it. It was the strongest second grader I had ever seen. He got plopped in the head with a juice box and it spilled a over him.
He screeched “You meanies, you don't just throw food at little kids like me!”
Then at dinner I noticed a little something wrong with the chicken. It was a little slimy. I touched it then bam! It wasn't cook at all. It was the nastiest thing I had ever seen.
I confronted mom "Mom just a suggestion but next time could you maybe cook it."
Mom screeched "If you want food make it yourself! Im not your servant.”
My sister Marissa chimed in "Mom no need to be mean about it. We should just enjoy and say thank you to mom."
I whispered "I bet moms in Canada don't do this."
Then we carried on with our night. I hoped that everything would go back to normal.
This was the craziest dream. I was relieved that I wouldn't have to live another day in that crazy world.