Time Trials (sample post)
Okay Richie, you got this. You've seen Uncle Bart and Dad and plenty of the others do this hundreds of times. So what if you don't 'think' like they do? You're still plenty fast. Just a straight line. Shore to shore. Not even like you're trying to cross the Atlantis, or even one of the Great Lakes. Just a little pond.
Richard Mercer repeats this all to himself in his head for about the twelfth time. Walking on water was apparently something he still needed a little more of a knack for. Most of it came down to making sure to stay a step ahead of how he disturbed the water in one spot, before making his next footfall. Thankfully, running had done fine at drying off all his clothes from the previous failed attempts, so he wouldn't have to go back to the hostel soaking wet.
It was still annoying though.
"Aaaaahhh!!" He gives a cry of frustration as he just gives up on thinking and pushes off like a runner off the blocks. He goes over the soft soil and sand at the edge of the water, before making his first few steps smoothly. He maintains a straight course. Quarter across. Halfway.
He makes it to four fifths of the way across the water before he brings one foot down too hard. The ball of his foot breaks the surface of the water at the wrong angle, and he stumbles forward. At the speed he was moving, his entire body skips across the water like a stone, bouncing twice before he is hurled onto the opposite shore, right into a bush. His speed aura protects him from the worst of it, but he'll be feeling it in the morning.
"...balls."
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