Headphones? Check.

Waterbottle? Check.

Borrowed… okay, technically stolen rollerblades? Check.

Audience? Jenny snuck a peek across the carpark towards the centre. Her parents were there, sitting in their respective cars, feigning telephone conversations while surreptitiously glancing her way. The upstairs office blinds betrayed Axel’s vantage point, cracked so wide she could almost make out his growing paunch. And there was Stella too, nearly tripping over an invisible crack at the sight of her competition.

So that would be another check. Check check check.

Jenny was ready for training, and for the first time in her life, it really was personal.