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 seconds. I didn't have to think about it. Why did it suddenly make sense?
If you hit your child on the back of the head hard enough, do you think they'd conquer the world?
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