Evening Sprint Lane

That long wooden floor was practically begging for a test run. I lined myself up at the edge of the rug, counted down three silent beats, and launched straight down the polished boards. Total smooth sailing until a rogue slipper jumped out near the doorway! No problem—I leaned hard to the left, caught the baseboard with my sneaker, and banked clean around it. Skidded to a halt right in front of the warm lamp glow. That stretch has serious circuit potential.