First Pull on the Fifty

Warm breeze on the turf! My fingers twitch, and immediately that cluster of shiny gold and black balloons gives an upward tug. Whoa, they want to float away! Not a chance. I plant both sneakers hard against the thick white line, tighten my grip, and yank the ribbons straight back down. My knees bend, springs loaded, catching firm ground beneath me. I really have traction! I pump my free fist up into the open air with a loud, victorious shout. Ready for action!