Packing up the Circus...

Every once in a great while, I realize I am an adult. Such as last night, as I waffled on attending Circus class. I had this little voice in the back of my head saying I should probably go...

Then I realized, I'm an adult.

I don't have to go to circus class if I don't want to. :)

I have precious little free time, I already spend most of my day doing stuff I dislike (ahh, work). Circus class was fun for the first four weeks, when we were trying new things. That's what I signed up for - to take a turn at some new things, not to master them. Even the stuff I didn't like (core training, triple trap) were fun to just try once. Then in week 5 we started to repeat the things we did in the first half of the class - eh, no thanks. It was fun while it was exciting, but now I'm kind of over it.

And I much prefer skating.

It's still exercise, but there's music (not always MY preferred music, but still something), and movement, and it's self paced, low risk - I just enjoy it more.

So last night, hubby and I ditched circus class, and had a date at the roller rink I visited as a child.

It was pretty fun.

I still got some exercise, hubby got acclimated to wheels after about 20 years off, and we were introduced to this infamous "Justin Bieber" character (not impressed). We gave the dice game a good try, and I actually won a free pass playing "Red Light - Green Light." Then we blew all our hard work and calories burned on Wendy's Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers and a frosty. Delicious :)