I go for a run. And then do some drills. After my
drills I do some exercises which I think may help my t-jump.
I do some standing t-jumps.
I hop on my right foot ten times.
I hop back on my left foot.
I jump with both legs together.
I stand still and jump as high as possible and touch
my feet ten times.
I repeat the whole procedure and then run home.
I look out the window and realise I must live in Hobart.
It’s drizzling. I have a jacket and a long time ago I decided I don’t let the
weather control my running. I run up to
the DAC track. I start with my running drills and a man says, “What injury are
you recovering from?”
I reassure him and continue. After the drills I do a
standing t-jump. I try this with eyes closed. I then try a running t-jump on
the track finishing with a landing on both feet together and then continuing to
run. I will build up to the pit.
I do my drills on the bike track.
Do a few standing t-jumps. Goes well. Seems to work better if I include the last
two steps before doing the t-jump.
I feel ready for the pits. The t-jump is flowing
sub-consciously and automatically from the hop.
I go for a swim. You could say I am increasing my
aerobic fitness with very little chance of injury. The truth is I swim it
because I enjoy swimming.
After my laps I do double leg jumps starting with
feet flat on the floor of the pool. I jump as high as possible and slowly make
my way down the pool.
Afternoon. I jog to the local soccer field. There
are a group of young kids playing soccer.
There is a disused jumping pit beside it which I head for. I have one practice t-jump and one of the
soccer kids approaches me. He says, “I can show you what to do.”
I reply, “Okay. Show me.”
He does a perfect t-jump, better than me. He is blithe, graceful and young and jumps
further than me. I say, “That was very
I wander down and do another jump. He beams and
says, “I am good. I can show you what to do.”
He races down and does another good jump. It’s my
turn. I jump and he immediately says, “Watch me. Watch me. ”
We are joined by other kids who have stopped playing
soccer. They all want a jump. And the adult who is umpiring the soccer glares
at me. Don’t worry I want the same thing as you.
I love their enthusiasm and their love of jumping
and their enjoyment of physical activity but...
I tell them, “I love your jumps. You are good. I
want to see some good soccer play. That’s what I really want to see. Some good
They drift back to the soccer and I have the pit to
myself. A few practice jumps. I decide the last two steps have to be right. If
they are right then everything else follows in a nice rhythm.
Run back to the local sporting fields. Today nobody is
playing soccer and the disused jumping pit is empty. I place my drink bottle down
as a guide and practice jumping. I run down the runway and jump without a takeoff
board. Without worrying where my feet land. My rhythm feels good. 20 jumps and
only one aborted. I need to crouch down before jumping. And then I need to
become more vertical and jump as high as I can. In a few days I have to put everything
together. What will be a good jump?
I do some running drills on the soccer field. Perfect
spot for drills. I then run back home. The
drills and the jumping are tiring. More tiring than jogging up the bike track.
Run back to my regular spot. The local soccer field.
Nobody is there and I run towards the pits.
I have to work out how long my run-up is. I start
with 6 paces and scratch a take-off line on the runway. I want to run fast at the pit and have my
right foot land just being the take-off line. It is just practice. I move my starting
spot by centimeters and run again. I move it again and jump again. I repeat and
repeat. I try running without jumping to see where my feet are landing.
There are two things that matter. One is doing the
t-jump correctly. The other is running fast and taking off with my foot in the
right spot. What is more important?
A lady who cannot help me turns up with her dogs. I
ignore them and they ignore me. Perfect result.