My brother was a high jumper in high school, and he was quite good. He also excelled at hurdles — at 6’2″, he and my other brother were not cursed with the dreaded Stumpy Asian Legs Syndrome that afflicts me to this day. The same track coach who coached my brother attempted to coax me to try out for track, figuring I could bring the same skills over to the girls team, but after seeing me nearly kill myself on the low hurdles, he realized that some talents do not extend to all family members.
I think this girl also had an older brother who excelled in a sport that she was ultimately pushed into, because how else could you explain this jaw-dropping display of athleticism (or lack thereof):
Don’t worry, girl, I probably would have done the same thing.