Endurance - Jack Kilborn [7]
“What am I doing?”
“Wiggling your fingers.”
“Good. Now watch me.”
Grandma took a step back and stood with her legs apart, her hands at waist-level, one in front of the other. She quickly raised her arms up over her head, then brought each hand around in a circle. They met again at her belt-line, palms out. The entire time, her gaze was locked onto Kelly.
“What’s that?” Kelly asked.
“The beginning of a kata called Kushan Ku. It helps improve your peripheral vision. The goal is to be able to see your hands while looking straight ahead.”
“What’s the point?”
“To be aware of everything around you, and not just what’s in front of you.”
“So?”
“So then you’ll know if someone does this.”
Kelly felt wind on her cheek. She looked, and saw Grandma’s palm an inch away from slapping her ear. Kelly hadn’t seen Grandma’s hand move at all.
JD growled, baring his teeth.
“Shush,” Grandma said. “Be nice.”
The dog whined, then sat down and began licking himself again.
“Can you teach me how to do that?” Kelly asked. “To hit that fast?”
“It’s up to your mother. She never really warmed up to the martial arts.”
“Show me that kata thing again.”
“Kushan Ku.”
Grandma repeated the move. Kelly handed over the leash and tried it. She could just barely make out her hands at the very edge of sight.
“I can see them.”
She also thought she saw something else. Something moving in the woods. Kelly remembered the man she’d seen earlier, but kept her eyes on Grandma, as instructed. Besides, if there was a man in the forest, JD would be barking.
That is, if JD could keep his snout out of his own crotch for more than ten seconds.
“Good. Now use your peripheral vision when you’re running over the rocks, so you don’t have to keep your head down. Keep your eyes ahead of you, but not your entire focus.”
“I can try.”
Grandma took off, JD running alongside her. Kelly trailed behind, doing as Grandma said, and found she could move much quicker. She looked around for the man in the overalls, but only saw foliage.
Kelly smiled, relaxing a little. The summer breeze smelled like pine trees and wild flowers, and she enjoyed the stretch and pull in her hamstrings and quads. It was a brief run, barely even a warm-up, before Kelly caught up to Grandma on a crest.
“Hey,” Kelly said. “JD let you walk him.”
Grandma wasn’t even out of breath. “Can you hear it now?”
“What?”
“Listen.”
Kelly heard it. A hissing, splashing sound.
“The waterfall?”
Grandma nodded. “Which direction is it in?”
“I can’t tell.”
“Close your eyes. Open your ears.”
Kelly shut her eyes and listened. The sound seemed to be coming from no particular direction.
“Try turning around. Tune out everything else.”
Kelly shifted slightly. She spun in a slow circle, eventually locking in on the direction of the water. When she opened her eyes, she was grinning.
“It’s this way,” Kelly said, bounding off into the woods.
She jogged down a hill, around a bend, and then to a clearing, skidding to a stop because the ground simply ended. Kelly felt her stomach sink, staring down off the side of a sheer cliff. She wasn’t good with heights, and even though she could swim three hundred laps in the school pool she was terrified of diving boards. Standing on ledges just wasn’t her thing.
Then she saw the waterfall.
It was gigantic, at least fifty feet high. The vertigo made her back up two steps.
“Lovely,” Grandma said.
Kelly hadn’t even heard the old woman come up beside her.
“I don’t really like heights.”
“Your eyes can make you afraid of things you shouldn’t be afraid of. Are you standing on solid ground?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you think you should trust more, your eyes, or the solid ground?”
“The ground.”
“So trust the ground and let your eyes enjoy the view.”
Kelly trusted the ground and stared at the waterfall. A fine mist hovered overhead and made a double rainbow in the rays of the setting sun. It was prettier than a postcard, and not so scary anymore.
“Is this what Vietnam looked like?” Kelly asked. Then she immediately regretted it. According to Mom, Grandma never talked about