My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

Chapter 0177

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.

across before I waste any energy

my hands and then my feet to get around it so it breaks up my climbing rhythm, which

just more logs set like a ladder for a giant, but the next part of the course starts 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 is

could trust fall into it, but that drop is at least two stories and I'm not sure what that would do to

just feel stiff, there hasn't been any

scoot as close to one of the ladder uprights as I can and sit on

wrap my arms around the pillar as much as possible and koala climb down the pillar

scrapes, but made it down far enough to jump to the net, landing in a ball so my

hands and knees through the swinging net to

is no more than a plank of wood a

about 20 feet away and about ten feet down from the level I'm at

to take a running jump, notice the sarcasm, I will have about three steps, but there isn't a wall to stop me if

deep breath and just go for

roll,

a little

off when I starfished

and hung on for dear life for a