Day 5 - Sweating to the Ollies

What sounds better on a blazing hot 95 degree Florida afternoon than standing smack dab in the middle of a big slab of concrete?

Standing there with two little kids who don't want to be there and are whining to go home, of course.

Holy Moly!! It's hot out there! Who's bright idea was it to go to the skate park?

Standing was the only thing we could do. The benches and ramps were too hot to touch, much less sit on. I learned that the hard way.. by burning a big stripe across the back of my thighs sitting on the metal rimmed bench (well it looked like a bench, but come to think of it who puts a bench in the middle of a skate park and puts metal around the edges?). OUCH!!

The two little ones crawled under a ramp to hide in the shade on the only 'cool' piece of concrete they could find.

Dawson happily kickflipped and ollied until his face was as red as the backs of my legs and he dripping sweat.

{Note to self: There's a reason we had the whole skate park to ourselves today. Remember that next time the boy asks if we can go to the skate park.}