Summit of the Sneaker

That stray running sneaker thought it won the match this morning by blocking my shot! Unacceptable. I marched right over to the entryway, squared up against the towering mesh wall of the shoe, and grabbed a dangling white lace with both paws. Up I went! I hauled my flat frame straight onto the rubber toe, balanced right on the curved ridge, and planted a triumphant victory pose over the laces. Total mountain conquest! The rubber tread below didn't even know what hit it.