My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

I run towards the log and take as big a step as my legs can go and continue running to the top.

I takea running leap off the end over a ditch that is so murky, I don’t want to know what is in there, and then ontoa rope to climb down.

I hit the dirt running, sprinting toward a cargo net that leads up to a platform that looks more like a treehouse fort than a training center with its green shingled roof and tree branch railings.

The cargo net was hard to get through, it was hung loosely to make it more challenging and the netting was set wide so my legs kept slipping through the holes.

It felt like it took forever to climb.

Once I reach the platform, I take a second to look at what is next and to catch my breath.

This one is going to suck.

It’s a single rope bridge, like the one I noticed before further down the course, only this one has wooden poles hung vertically every 5 feet or so keeping the two parallel ropes at a certain distance apart and something you have to get around without falling.

I do the logical thing first and try to jump and reach the top rope.

Of course it’s set at 7 or 8 feet, so even stretched tiptoe to finger tips, I can’t reach both.

It’s too wobbly to just attempt to run sol sit on the edge of the treehouse platform, wrap my legs and arms around the rope and free hang under the foot rope like a sloth.

I waste any

to the first pole, I have to adjust my hands and then my feet to get around it so it breaks up my

on the rung down from where I’m standing and it’s probably another eight to ten foot drop to that rung and the cargo net attached to it

fall into it, but that drop is at least two stories and I’m not sure what that would

been any pain and I’d like

ladder uprights as I can and sit on the

my arms around the pillar as much as possible and koala

far enough to

my hands and knees through the swinging net to the next platform. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

platform is no more than a plank of wood a few

have to jump to a platform that is about 20 feet

running jump, notice the sarcasm, I will have about three steps, but there isn’t a wall

take a deep breath and just

and tuck and roll, almost falling over

this platform is a little wider than the one I started

one leg hung off when I starfished my

breath and hung on for dear life for a second

up I turn and see another platform under the one I just left. Here we