I should preface this somewhat.
Remeber when you were a teenager and you would see a guy in his mid 30's doing something really stupid, that he just should not have attempted? Well I've become that guy.
We took my daughter toboganing yesterday at my childhood spot, Allan's Hill. A way-kick-ass spot indeed. So anyway, after a while she got tired of it, and so I figured I'd take a run myself from the top. I start down, and all is going well. Towards the bottom, I see about a 1 foot high jump. I used to LOVE hitting jumps on a sled!! I lean hard and veer towards it. However I hit the jump at an angle, flip over and land mainly on my face. I believe my Oakleys actually preserved a fair amount of skin on my face. I only have a couple of faint scrapes. Rung my bell pretty good though....
Of course there was a flurry of verbal abuse from my wife challenging my intellectual fortitude.
But I used to be so GOOD at it! How did I become such a clod?
Remeber when you were a teenager and you would see a guy in his mid 30's doing something really stupid, that he just should not have attempted? Well I've become that guy.
We took my daughter toboganing yesterday at my childhood spot, Allan's Hill. A way-kick-ass spot indeed. So anyway, after a while she got tired of it, and so I figured I'd take a run myself from the top. I start down, and all is going well. Towards the bottom, I see about a 1 foot high jump. I used to LOVE hitting jumps on a sled!! I lean hard and veer towards it. However I hit the jump at an angle, flip over and land mainly on my face. I believe my Oakleys actually preserved a fair amount of skin on my face. I only have a couple of faint scrapes. Rung my bell pretty good though....
Of course there was a flurry of verbal abuse from my wife challenging my intellectual fortitude.
But I used to be so GOOD at it! How did I become such a clod?