First Stride

My fingers twitched, breaking out of that frozen hand sign! I looked down at the soft, bumpy ground under my feet. It felt springy, like a massive training mat! Without thinking, I pushed hard off my back leg and leaped straight into the stitched groove right in front of me. The fabric dipped, but my feet held firm. Ha! I really moved! I planted my boots firmly on the soft ridge, ready to dash anywhere.