Fresh air...

There's a park not far from my apartment with a skating rink. Today, I decided that I needed to skate so badly, that I just couldn't drive past it one more time without checking it out. I threw my skates in the car, ran some errands, then went to the park. I have not been on ice skates for some seven or eight years. But I learned how to skate when I was six, and I practically lived on the ice every winter when I was a kid. You don't forget. So I laced up and hoped for the best. The rink was good sized, the ice didn't look too bad, and best yet, there were only a dozen or so people there. I carefully glided out onto the ice and after a few moments, it all came back to me. I never took lessons, or learned any tricks, but I love to skate. Even though I was all by myself, it felt GREAT!! Moving so fast, the icy cold wind in my face, HEY- this counts as actual excercise, doesn't it? I only fell once. I can't wait to go again! Next time though, I'll make sure and stretch out a bit before hand. And I'll bring warmer gloves..
-Juliebata Yamaguchi