Cracking the Morning Set

My limbs were bursting with too much restless energy after sleeping in that bunk, so I sprinted straight across the dining table toward the heavy glass-and-chrome salt shaker! I leaped up, hooked my knees over the domed metal cap, and dangled upside down to crank out a fierce set of morning sit-ups. The shaker gave a sudden wobble, screeching an inch across the varnished wood and shaking loose a faint spray of white crystals. I locked my joints tight, powered through the sway, and hauled myself up rep after rep all the way to twelve! Flipping right side up, I stood tall on the cap with my hands planted on my hips.