The Sledding Incident
I don’t know if it’s just me, but as I have gotten older activities that used to thrill me as a child have now become absolutely terrifying. Activities like skiing, swimming in the ocean, and sledding make me fear for my very life.
So, I went sledding this weekend, that’s right sledding, with some friends up by Bear Lake. As we drove up the canyon with our sleds and tubes I began to feel a little nervous, but I was trying to be brave and make a good impression in front of my friends.
I got to the top of the hill and sat on my sled determined not to procrastinate this challenge any longer. So, about twenty minutes later I lifted my heals out of the frozen ground and started my descent.
As I started down, my fear got the best of me. that is when the flailing of the arms…ok, and my legs, began. Come to find out you can’t create enough wind resistance to slow yourself down just by waving your arms and legs against the wind. Lesson learned friends, lesson learned.
Then I thought if I just dig my heals into the snow I will be able to slow myself down sufficiently in order go at a safer speed. My theory was proven wrong however when I found that as I dug my heals into the snow, the momentum of that little act turned my sled completely 180 degrees.
So now I was going 80 mph, going backwards, flailing my arms, and in addition screaming like a little girl.
I finally got to the end of the hill, laid down “spread eagle” and sobbed softly to myself.
I started down the hill trying to make a good impression in front of my friends. Well, needless to say I made quite an impression.
Lucky for me after that super fun sled run, my friend broke her ankle after an equally troubling tubing run, so we got to leave.
Thank you friend…thank you!