Day Two: I Fall Down Go Boom
Let’s say you’re heading downhill at a rapid clip on a steep-ass mountain face, and you feel yourself lose control of a ski. Do you know what happens almost concurrently? Your stomach careens out of control as well.
Luckily for this writer there were no injuries incurred. I was covered in snow from pigtails to boots, and had to attempt the amusing crab-walk-thingy-sideways-uphill-movement to retrieve a pole, but other than that no worries.
Jesus. It happened on a steep run but not a seriously difficult run. Grrrrrrr.
It’s one of those things you’d like to blame on an inanimate object, the weather, an ex-husband (see inanimate object for further details), or a deity.
In my case it was Operator Error.
I hate it when that happens.
Not a rock, or ball of ice or some kid slamming into me or even crossing skis.
Nope. Just fucked up somehow.
I go through a lot of life this way.
Wanting to blame outside influences for the falls and bruises but ultimately realizing that someplace along the line I’ve made a damned mistake.
It’s a great day when the worst to befall you is winding up ass deep in snow, face wet, gloves full of ice and feeling foolish.
Yep. A fine day indeed.
~Miss R
Currently listening:
Monty Python’s Spamalot (2005 Original Broadway Cast)
By: Eric Idle
Release date: 03 May, 2005
February 29, 2008 at 1:11 am
What stands out to me here is that one fall is memorable enough to you to merit a post. Do you know how often I fall down skiing?
Let’s put it this way : To me a day skiing without falling down would be so memorable I would post about it.
February 29, 2008 at 11:43 am
I’m thinking that perhaps the fall was the result of an ill-advised ‘hell bent for cocktail’ mission to get to the bar at the bottom of the run. Never mind how I know this.
February 29, 2008 at 1:19 pm
In retrospect I think it was the ghost of Sonny Bono.