Did I mention I started ice skating lessons with my sons last week? I mean, I'm taking the lessons and so are they. When I was younger, I taught myself to get around the rink without hugging the wall, but I've some bad habits to break.
Last week, I was dripping sweat, like just drenched, which is awesome. I mean, it's not awesome if you care what you look or smell like, but it's awesome if you're learning to skate and burning up a few calories at the same time.
I don't think the instructor will be able to teach me to skate backwards... I just don't see myself ever being able to do that. Mike (who played hockey in high school) tried to teach me when we were first married, and I just couldn't get it, no matter how I tried.
I'm sure I'll be doing stuff like this in no time... minus the puffy-headed guy starting at my chest...