Ray and his best friend Harry walked down the street. It was very hot outside; Ray's father had warned him that today was going to be the hottest day on record. The temperature was expected to reach well over 100 degrees in the shade. He held his hand over his eyes to shield himself from the blazing sun. At the same time, Harry tossed his football up and down as the two marched down the sidewalk.
"Okay," Harry said, grinning. "Last one down to the Quickie Mart pays for the food."
"Are you crazy?" Ray asked. "It's 100 degrees out here! The Quickie Mart is a mile away!"
"Football tryouts start soon," Harry said. "We need to get in shape."
Ray bit his lip. Harry was right, of course. The two had promised each other that they would both make the eighth grade football team.
Before Harry knew what was going on, Ray had already snatched the football from out of his hands and was running full tilt down the street with it in the direction of the Quickie Mart.
"Fumble!" Ray cried out as he dashed down the sidewalk. He looked over his shoulder and saw his friend trying to keep up.
The race to the Quickie Mart was only a mile, but in the summer heat, it felt like more. Ray pumped his legs harder, trying to outrun Harry. About twenty paces away from the Quickie Mart, Ray stopped and braced his hands on his knees. His head pounded like a drum. He wandered over to the curb and placed the football in his lap. He was absolutely exhausted.
A moment later, Harry stood over him, gasping and panting in the heat. Ray was so exhausted he couldn't even speak.Ray and Harry decide to run in the hot weather mainly because
A.
they need to see who can run faster than the other.
B.
they do not know who should pay for the food.
C.
they want to make the eighth grade football team.
D.
they are excited about buying food at the store.