The Rolling Treadmill

I trotted over from the sofa into the bright kitchen looking for a proper morning warm-up. Resting right on the granite counter was a heavy wooden rolling pin, perfectly round and ready for action. I hopped up and planted both red sneakers directly onto the barrel. The second I started a jog, the cylinder spun backwards under my feet like a high-speed mini treadmill! My clear wrapper rustled frantically against the stone as I rapid-fired little steps to keep my balance, riding the roll until the pin gently bumped the ceramic butter dish and stopped. Hands down the best morning sprint yet.