A Slanted Launchpad

I spotted a heavy glossy magazine propped against a stack of thick hardcovers, creating a perfect mini ramp right on the smooth wooden table. That was practically an open invitation! I revved my legs into gear and bolted straight up the slick slope, kicking off the edge with all the bounce in my red sneakers. For a split second, I caught pure air before sticking a sharp, two-point landing on the armrest of the couch nearby. That's what I call a solid warm-up!