Lee’s legs buckled from underneath him, as he helplessly pitched forward and collapsed. He didn’t even have the strength to try and soften his landing, falling straight onto the ground with a sudden thud.
Lee lay unmoving on the ground, face down in the dirt, and wondered where he had gone wrong.
First, there was the idea that his mind would clear if he moved his body. Had he been wrong about that? No, that wasn’t possible. It wasn’t wrong. Lee quickly rejected that thought.
Then, was it that idea to do a handstand run in the middle of his run around? He had thought it would help give him a different perspective to think from, but had that been a bad idea? No, sometimes you needed to do audacious things to produce new ideas. Not to mention doing one handstand run around the village was part of his normal training schedule. That couldn’t have been where he went wrong either.
Could it have been that uncommon method he’d tried of running backwards? No, that was a perfectly fine method of exercise.
He had done absolutely nothing wrong.
But then, in that case, why had he been unable to think of anything…?