So, this evening, I took my brand-spanking-new skates, and skated to the lakeshore, then along the park trails, north a bit, south a lot, catch sight of a hot guy, do a mutual double take (him on bike, me on skates), keep skating for 10s in the same direction, then do a 180 and sprint-skate after him for about 4 miles, getting somewhat closer, but never catching him. Tasting the ketosis (well, I was dehydrated and my mouth tasted vile). Skate to the gayborhood, get some berry pancakes. Train back, get off a stop early to skate home. Accidentally run across the tail end of a small (very small) folk music concert in the park sit for three songs, sing along, and clap. Get home. Shower. Update livejournal. Probably sleep soon.
Exercise is good.
So one might say, you’ve got a brand-new pair of rollerskates…perhaps hot guy has a brand new key? (I have a small fixation on that song.)
rollerskates or rollerblades? or those sneakers that have wheels in them?
inline skates. =)
were you wearing your pads and helmet?
wrist guards, yes. Helmet, no. I stuck to low volume streets.