There was a freedom that came with such a simple activity, the shove and drive of their weights forward under nothing more than the strength of their limbs. It was especially nice after so many hours trapped in a car, forcing them to generalized inactivity. He pumped his arms and shoved hard with his legs to eat up the ground and gain full momentum forward, even as he heard the tell-tale sounds of Steve's pursuit.

They were shoulder-to-shoulder as the first turn approached, and he turned his head to size up how fast his friend was going. He kept his sprinting pace even as he headed into the corner as they moved around it together, and then he shifted his weight to throw his shoulder into Steve to drive his friend right from the path as he finished the turn to continue.