Coming to an abrupt stop in the middle of her third lap,Sarah looked across to see the hoops appear in the middle of the pitch.Pink hoops.
What is it with that colour?!

Top speed through them? Simple...maybe...if they weren't moving.
Oh get a grip of yourself,Sarah.You are wearing protective gear,if you get bumped just hang on for dear life!

Lining herself up with the first hoop,Sarah took a couple of deep breaths.It's now or never as Elvis would say.
Keeping the broom tip steady and level,and with a loud "Heeeyaaa" she launched herself forward as fast as she could go.
With all her concentration on the hoop she willed it not to move too far when she got to it.

15 feet...10 feet...5 feet...it moved up slightly.Sarah had just enough time to tilt her broom upwards and get through the hoop by the narrowest of margins.If she had waited any longer she would have scraped the bottom of the ring...bad thing to do.

Ecstatic with herself,but unable for safety reason to clap and cheer,she came to a stop a few metres the other side of the hoop and geared up to do it all again...twice.
Oh hell.