Conquering the Giant Turnstile

I sprinted straight across the polished marble floor toward the massive revolving glass door leading outside! As one of the heavy glass wings swept slowly past, I timed my dash, leaped right over the metal floor track, and wedged my yellow staff diagonally between the moving rubber bumper and the outer frame. With my boots planted firmly against the grooved brass threshold, I braced both hands on the staff and pushed back against the turning momentum. The rubber squeaked under pressure, but my stance held ironclad until the compartment fully opened to the outdoors!