This afternoon I took a step back in time with a few friends from work and our neighborhood as we went roller skating. I can't honestly remember the last time I roller skated but I think it must have been high school.

After two seconds in the front door I realized that all rinks are the same. They all have you pay in a little lobby and wait to be let in. You then walk up to the counter behind which are perhaps hundreds of skates and select a pair that may or may not be too big and may or may not have laces that are not broken. Putting your foot in a skate that hundreds of others have worn before you is never an altogether lovely experience and, for me, neither is that first trip around the rink.

Today was no exception. I wobbled and weaved and flailed and managed to stay on my feet and then needed to take a break. Thankfully, there were a few games and different things that required us to be off the skate floor and that allowed me some time to have a little chat with myself about how I was not going to wimp out on this.

So, after everyone was allowed back out onto the floor I was back at it, taking it slow and praying that nothing happened suddenly in front of me. After a couple laps I got the hang of it again and it was a lot of fun. James and Shamore lapped me more times than I can count, but it was definitely something I'd do again. However, I can safely say that I'd much rather be ice skating. :) Toe pick!