Ready, Set, Twitch

Mid-stride and locked in place—until a sudden zap ran straight to my heels! I gave my gloved left fingers a quick wiggle, feeling real air push against them. My raised sneaker tipped downward, tapping the clear smoke base with a crisp little click. I wasn't just stuck in a sprint anymore; I was actually itching to blast off. A tiny test tap on the slick white surface beneath me proved it: I can move!