Chasing the Training Post

I noticed an old rotating wooden training post standing in the sun, its timber dowels sticking out like four spinning arms! Without waiting a single second, I sprinted across the worn flagstones, jumped, and hooked the flat of my golden blade against the lowest peg. Whoosh! My momentum sent the entire wooden cross spinning in a dizzying circle! The ground blurred beneath me and my boots swung wide out into thin air—my stomach instantly did three somersaults of pure panic! But instead of letting go, I squeezed both arms tight, rode the dizzy whirr for two whole rotations, and cleanly stuck the landing right onto the stone base!