With one mighty, exasperated breath, she continued to jog forward. That sumo was coming up fast and neither of the choices that she needed to make seemed appealing. Be knocked off the ledge by a giant, fat man (who ran surprisingly quickly) or fall to her death if she somehow missed the board when it came back around.

She had lived a barely tolerable life, anyways.

Peering over the side, she watched the board closely as it zipped closer, the rumbling stomps of the sumo growing ever closer. She landed on the board with a resounding smack of flesh hitting a wet object none-too-lightly. She held on, her face screwed up in both a frown and effort, until it passed near the ledge to the finish line. A well-timed jump saw her over the small space to the ledge and she landed in a heap on the ground.

Okay, she really, really needed to keep up with the physical training.