Finding My Stance

Stiffness broke first in my right shoulder. I rolled the joint back, testing the tension. It held. The ground beneath my boots felt solid enough, but the real test was balance. Behind me rose a tall brown surface marked with sharp white letters. I leaned back into it, bracing my weight against the cardstock wall to check resistance. No give. Solid. I planted my boots firm, rolled both wrists, and locked into position. I'm ready.