Shoelace Hurdle

Target spotted at the front door! A massive pair of running shoes parked right across my lane. Direct path only! I sprinted across the ribbed rug, leaped forward, and snagged the dangling woven shoelace. Swing! My body swept through the air like a gymnast. I locked both hands onto the knotted cord, kicked my boots off the rubber sole, and hoisted myself up onto the tongue. High ground secured! From here, the whole entryway looks like a championship course ready for the next round.