Noah bought me a pair of rollerblades for his birthday (gee golly, what a guy). I thought, I'll put 'em on and it'll all come back to me--like riding a bike. Nope. Rollerblading is not at all like riding a bike. I was petrified when I got above walking speed at first--and to think I used to be able to turn around in circles and skate backwards 'n stuff. I think I must have lost those muscles somewhere in the birth canal when I was giving birth, because they're sure not there now!
It'll be nice to change things up though--jogging can be awfully monotonous and for some reason, when I'm strapped to a pair of rollerblades I'm not thinking workout, I'm thinking please don't fall flat on my face so I've got that going for me.