Today, on my day off, I went out to the outlets with Erik, to the mall to fill out rehire paperwork for Brookstone (I will never really leave them...this is the fourth time I've gone back, even if it is just for one week), and then we went roller blading. Holy. Cow. It was such a simple little thing, skating from Erik's house to the bike path through the soccer fields, but I got my trash kiiiicked. Hills are not my friends. Going up them is not fun. Going down them is a death trap. However, I only fell once, so that's got to count for something.
Roller blading is rad, but it's exhausting.
Check out these bad boys. Their previous owner was an eleven year old boy.