I was half expecting some official to come up to me and command that I stop immediately on account of some regulation or insurance policy, whatever. But no one did.
Spent about an hour waddling up small inclines then swivel down inclines and doing backwards toe stops. Tried a few awkward cross overs. There were lots of rough patches that you don't notice when you're walking or driving a car. It's only when you have quads under you and you're whizzing by, so it feels, pulled forward by gravity, that you notice the little pebbles and uneven patches looming up. Each time I go over them while keeping my balance I marvel, give myself a high-five. But then I'm quickly brought back to reality when the next piece of gravel is noticed.
