One thing Mickey and I love to do in the summer (other than swim at the beach) is to go rollerblading at the park. It's a bit more energetic than a walk, which somehow makes it more fun. We both enjoy it very much, but in our own personalities.
Mickey is more conservative in her skating than I am. She avoids hills, even if they are 0.0001% downgrades. She doesn't go very fast, avoids fancy tricks and never skates backwards. I, on the other hand, am a bit of a show-off/daredevil. Now, it's been a while since I've skated regularly so I haven't tried anything completely crazy yet, but I like skating backwards so I can look directly at Mickey. She usually tells me when there's something coming up behind me.
One of the first times we were skating around at sunset, I decided to try an old trick I had learned in ice-skating lessons when I was a kid. It was a long time ago. I didn't fall completely over, but my less than graceful recovery was enough to leave Mickey in hysterics. She still loves me.