I glared at the high jump bar which was set a 3'6". I can do this, I thought. I was about to start my High Jump practice run. I ran with slow yet strong strides in a big C. Once I reached the green part on the red bar, I jumped. All I could think about was, that I could never make it over. Then I realized that I was soaring over the bar. Not crashing into it like I had imagined. I felt a wave of happiness once I fell onto the mat, with the rod untouched. I had made it over the high jump!
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