sweaty and red-faced...

I dusted off the rollerblades today and went for a spin.

These are no ordinary rollerblades, however. They appear to be channeling the spirit of Mario Andretti or Andy Green. The little buggers approached the rolling Iowa hills with mischievous glee, clearly attempting to set some sort of land speed record, oblivious to the protestations of their disgruntled occupant. I'm not sure what I think of these rolling hills, really. I miss the flat, predictable state trails of our neighbor to the north.

Where's a glacier when you need one? Iowa's geography needs an overhaul!