I've been skating the bike-path almost every day it doesn't rain and even once when it did. It's 4.5 miles-ish and it's taking me about a half hour. I enjoy looking at the river and seeing how the waves are. Some mornings it seems to barely move, it's all reflective and glassy. Other days there are waves and I know going into the wind is going to be difficult. It'll feel like I'm a giant kite battling the wind with my legs and I'll hear my heart beating in my ears on those days. I'm enjoying seeing the sames sorts of people each day. There's the regular runners with workout gear and headphones moving on down the road. There are the walkers in business attire and tennis shoes on lunch/break gabbing with each other in pairs and threes. There are the new mom's looking frazzled strollering and pulling and adjusting their clothes uncomfortably. There's a dog who always barks at my skates and at the other end of the leash a pet owner who looks surprised by the outburst. There are the fishermen/women sitting in folding chairs and pop-up tent shades along the banks, they smoke and have some sort of game their listening to and a five gallon bucket for the catch of the day. There is usually a biker looking seriously stoic under a helmet going by in a gust. Then there's me, wearing all of my derby pads because if I fail to jump or dodge an erratic goose and I it takes me out, it'd be a long sore embarrassing walk home covered in scrapes and goose feathers. I'm swish swishing along red faced, sweating and listening to Proud Mary, the Tina version of course.