In 1998, a very young Alan Webb desperately wanted to run fast, as well as score with the pretty girl in his freshman history class. Night after night was spent dreaming dreams of quiet desperation.
Finally, one night, the Devil appeared in his bedroom doorway.
"Would you like to make a deal with Me?" he said.
"What do you mean?" replied Alan.
"Well, that girl you want..."
"Yes?"
"That running, you want to run fast and win ..."
"YES!?!?"
"I can make it all happen ... but you have to sell your soul to me."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, for the next several years, if you do the right things, you can have any girl you want, and you will set records by the buttload. But then after that, you are mine."
"Sure! Anything!"
Now Alan is paying his dues. Simple as that.