Back on Home Turf

My legs were completely wiped out from conquering the concrete stairs, so heading back to base camp was top priority! I slid down the smooth metal railing post, squeezed past the heavy stairwell door, and dashed along the hallway runner straight toward our door. Right as the lock clicked and the door swung inward for an evening arrival, I dove between the boots crossing the threshold! I skidded across the tile, scrambled onto the rough coconut-fiber doormat, and flopped flat on my back with a giant sigh. Conquering the outer hallway was epic, but crashing safely on home ground feels like the sweetest victory!