Fifty-Second Dash

Read it? Loud and clear, so I put fifty seconds on my mental clock and took off like a streak! I tore through the living room, looped around the coffee table legs in tight figure eights, and kicked right off a sofa cushion for maximum air. Bouncing over stray pillows and banking hard off the hallway baseboard, I zoomed back into the rug with a sharp heel-brake just as my internal timer chimed forty-nine. Not a second wasted, record set!