Acorn Heave

I dropped down from the bicycle spokes straight onto the garden soil and spotted the ultimate training treasure half-buried in dry mulch—a massive, glossy brown acorn! No way was I leaving it sitting there. I squared my stance, shoved both hands underneath its rounded shell, and heaved with all my power until it popped out of the dirt! It rolled forward like a boulder, so I chased after it and braced my shoulder against the cap to steer it right onto the flat stone border. Standing it upright like a miniature trophy, I wiped the soil off my knees with a wide grin!