Speed Check Across the Board

Outrunning that metronome indoors was pure rhythm, but afternoon in Greenhill belongs on the open pavement! I bolted out the doorway, took the neighborhood crosswalk in a swift blue blur, and sprang right onto the carved cedar chess table at the park pavilion. Someone had left an empty wooden checkers box tilted open beside a smooth black domino tile. Eggman's bots couldn't set up a slicker agility hurdle! Dropping low, I planted my boots firmly on the cedar squares, gripped the black domino with both silver gauntlets, and slotted it upright into the wooden box's corner seam. It locked in place like an extreme turnaround pylon ready for high-speed drills!