Sure, the physics is a tidy story: you’re trying to turn your muscle power into impulse, so you launch yourself at roughly a 45‑degree angle to get the best trade‑off between height and distance. Gravity pulls you back, air resistance is negligible at short hops, and your center of mass has to clear the obstacle. The trick is timing—if you leave the ground too early or too late you’ll over‑ or under‑jump. The perfect jump is a balance of force, angle, and a bit of luck; any small misstep turns the wow into an oops.

Yeah, sprinting at 60 km/h turns the math into a razor‑edge: you’re adding a horizontal component that forces the launch angle up a degree or two, or you’ll just swing wide and land on your butt. It’s a good test for precision—one mis‑timed footfall and it’s comedy, not a record. Ready to try it?