Curling Collision
Yesterday was one of the few times I've felt any genuine fear that I fucked myself up good.
What was I doing, you ask? CURLING! That's right, CURLING!
There I was, sweeping a rock. The next thing I knew, my body was parallel to the ice at an altitude of (what felt like) 48.2 feet. I had that Wile E. Coyote moment - the one where he hovers in midair after he runs off the cliff, realizes what happened, waves good-bye and plummets - before all 205 pounds of me crashing to the ice.
Ouch.
I took a few moments to get up, shrugged it off, kept going. A few hours laters, I was pretty convinced I'd cracked up some ribs. It didn't hurt when I'd breathe, which made me feel better. Just when I moved certain ways, mostly twisting from the waist (think hula hoop style).
I'm lots better today. But shit. Yesterday, I was moving like an old man.
Todd was with me - despite starting off quite unsteady, he finished up with the look of a pretty good curling man. Made some some really nice shots. Next thing you know, he'll start saying "eh" after sentences and elongating his Os.
In totally unrelated matters, I coined a new term:
mutt curtains - The extremely large jowels of any member of a canine species. As in the mutt curtains I saw on a mastiff today. Surprised that dog doesn't trip on its jowels.
What was I doing, you ask? CURLING! That's right, CURLING!
There I was, sweeping a rock. The next thing I knew, my body was parallel to the ice at an altitude of (what felt like) 48.2 feet. I had that Wile E. Coyote moment - the one where he hovers in midair after he runs off the cliff, realizes what happened, waves good-bye and plummets - before all 205 pounds of me crashing to the ice.
Ouch.
I took a few moments to get up, shrugged it off, kept going. A few hours laters, I was pretty convinced I'd cracked up some ribs. It didn't hurt when I'd breathe, which made me feel better. Just when I moved certain ways, mostly twisting from the waist (think hula hoop style).
I'm lots better today. But shit. Yesterday, I was moving like an old man.
Todd was with me - despite starting off quite unsteady, he finished up with the look of a pretty good curling man. Made some some really nice shots. Next thing you know, he'll start saying "eh" after sentences and elongating his Os.
In totally unrelated matters, I coined a new term:
mutt curtains - The extremely large jowels of any member of a canine species. As in the mutt curtains I saw on a mastiff today. Surprised that dog doesn't trip on its jowels.