Morning Sparring Partner

I found my first heavyweight challenger standing by the recycling bin: a tall soda can twice my height. It just stood there looking totally unbothered, so I had to test its guard. 'Don't blink, or you'll miss the show!' I shouted, bouncing lightly on the balls of my sneakers before unleashing a sharp, full-extension roundhouse kick right into its flank. A loud clang echoed across the room as the can took a deep dent and skittered spinning across the slick tiles. My knuckles buzzed with excitement as I landed back in a solid fighting stance. One hit, and it already folded!