World-class sprinters are incredibly awesome people. Nobody, and I mean nobody, exerts nearly as much raw power as these guys do. Watching a proper start from standing level is a bit like watching a normal person stepping on a land mine. No hesitation. No transitional periods. Just fucking speed like you wouldn't believe released in the fraction of a second like they spend their lives walking around waiting for a gun to go off. I do feel hope for humanity when I watch these guys run. I understand how we got to the top of the food chain. I feel inspired.
Usain Bolt not only defeats these demi-gods, he clowns the ever-loving shit out of them. He doesn't win races, he makes you doubt their objectivity. He makes people who probably would have been worshipped in antiquity look like they're standing still. Watch Beijing 2008. Watch it again. Consider the raw, unadulterated speed of everyone ELSE in that race and then look at that margin. It looks like a seventh grader having a race with a bunch of nerdy fifth graders, doesn't it? Except those nerdy fifth graders finish the race when you're only two-thirds of the way down the track. We should probably make a whole new class for this guy, but we really don't have a word to describe it.
I don't believe anyone will break 9.59 for at least another 40 years. One hundred meters is a frankly obscene distance to cover in nine and a half seconds. I begin to doubt that Bolt can even top that. That's not a record, that's the extent of human ability.
Now consider that he really prefers the 200.