The Table Leg Slalom

I lined myself up right at the edge of the rug, eyeing the four wooden chair legs like giant slalom pylons. Time to see what these red sneakers can really do! I kicked off into a full dash, ducking clean under the crossbar of a stool and banking hard around the front table leg. My plush shoulder clipped the varnished wood on turn three, sending me into a clumsy spin, but I caught my balance and stuck the landing right beside an upturned sneaker. Not quite supersonic just yet, but hey—zero rings lost on my very first test track!