RIO
My foot hit the board, momentum carried me up, and I vaulted—hands gripping the edge, legs swinging over, landing on my feet. It wasn't perfect, but the landing was smooth.
“Nice!” Kaden called. “Again! And this time, try not to look like you’re afraid of the platform.”
“I wasn’t afraid,” I protested. “It’s just that my old training area didn’t go this high up. I need to adjust to the new high.”
We repeated the drill until my movements became fluid, instinctual. My heart raced, but not from fear; it was exhilarating to push my limits like this. Sweat collected at my temples. My body felt alive, my senses sparked to life in a way I’d never felt before.
Next came balance work.
Bryce led us to a fallen tree trunk suspended a few feet above the ground, narrow enough to require precis
