I don't usually believe in miracles, but when I can't piece together what happened in any logical way, I am forced to thank fate. I have spent the better part of two years trying to learn new ways to skip rope. I tried copying videos on YouTube, people at the gym, even that girl on Instagram that got famous for skipping ropes to music. I just couldn't crack it. Today, I went on my run. I was doing some skipping when I decide to record myself to critique my form. After about thirty seconds or so, I went to pick my phone up from the ground where I had propped it up against the railing, and accidentally banged the back of my head on the hand-rail full force. I saw spots. Everything got blurry. My head stung. Then my vision sharpened just as quickly as it left me. The pain stayed so I got back to skipping. Suddenly the pattern made sense. My feet began to move on their own. I was throwing the rope at the exact pace required. What took two years of error got fixed in ten secon...
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