If you follow me on Instagram, then you’re well aware that the old rollerblades have been dusted off.

And yes, I know rollerblading is SO 1995, but the truth of the matter is, rollerblading used to be my jam. It was my number one form of exercise from the time I was in 8th grade. My friends and I would skate all over town during the day, and at night, I would do endless laps around around my street while listening to CD’s on my Discman (ha!). I was obsessed. It’s still one of my greatest pastimes, despite the fact that it’s not increasing my “cool” quotient. (I’m okay with this.)

Yesterday my family and I went down to the beach for an early Mother’s Day celebration. They rode their bikes and I rode my ‘blades from Malibu to Venice and back again. It was so much fun…until I totally ate it. I tripped on a break in the bike path and all I could think about was whether my poor iPhone survived being thrown from my hands. Should I have been holding onto my iPhone while rollerblading for the first time in years? Probably not, but those Instagram photos aren’t going to take themselves! (‘Grammin ain’t easy.) Good news: the Otterbox cover totally saved the day and I was back to skating in no time at all.

Some things never change.