The Ice rink scarce with skaters of any level, a popular song playing softly as the sound of laughing and blades on the ice echoed. Day old popcorn, corn dogs, and expired soda filled the air as I passed by a teenager at the ice skates fitting booth.

I put my bag down on a bench near the lockers, putting on my figure skates and locking the bag away before stepping onto the ice with a content sigh. I skate around as I went through my routine for the tournament I hoped to win next week.