Tuesday night wheels

Michelle finished her interval workout today and was stretching when she pointed to the roller rink across from the gym. “We should totally go skating,” she said, completely serious. My immediate reaction was to list all the reasons why not - we’re sweaty, we don’t have the right clothes, I haven’t been on skates since I was twelve, we should probably get dinner instead.

Tuesday night wheels

But something about the way she was already heading toward the door made me follow. Thirty minutes later we were wobbling around the rink like newborn deer while “Ice Ice Baby” blasted from speakers that probably haven’t been updated since the song came out. Michelle kept insisting she used to be good at this, right up until she grabbed my arm so hard we both nearly went down.

Rental skates: returned. Dignity: questionable.

Turns out spontaneous Tuesday night roller skating is exactly the kind of ridiculous I needed. Sometimes the best training happens when you’re not even trying to train - just trying not to face-plant in front of a bunch of middle schoolers who are way too good at skating backwards.