My Personal Sprint Track

I spotted a roll of sunny yellow paper tape resting by the coffee table leg. Leaning my whole weight against it, I gave the spool a massive shove across the floor. Swish! A crisp, bright stripe unrolled straight across the dark wood toward the couch. I trotted along the sticky paper, stamping each section down firmly with my shoes to build a bona fide running strip. Once the finish line was set, I crouched low at the start, threw my arms back, and sprinted the full length in three giant bounds. A champion doesn't wait for a stadium—she builds her own racetrack!