Grid Iron Leap

Balanced on that clicking knob, I looked straight up at the massive cast-iron grates over the burners! They stretched out like a set of black jungle gyms. I crouched, swung both arms, and propelled myself straight off the plastic rim. Clack! My gloves caught the rough, gritty iron bar just under the rim. I hoisted my boots up, finding solid footing on the crisscross spokes. Right under me sat the unlit burner ring, smelling faintly of cold steel and clean enamel. I jogged across the iron beams, hopping gap to gap like an acrobatic high-wire champ!