Bubble Sprint

A wide sheet of clear bubble wrap was stretched across the entryway mat, practically laying down a runway of tiny targets. I didn't hesitate. I hit it at a brisk sprint, driving my soles straight into the plastic. Pop-pop-pop! Every stride unleashed a rapid-fire snap underfoot like miniature fireworks going off in a row. Near the far edge, the plastic bunched up and slicked out, but I dropped low into a skid, leaning hard on one heel to flatten the last cluster. Nothing wakes up the legs like a runway that snaps back.