Our crew went to Punderson State Park for a little sledding action today. It was a LOT bumpier than my original run in January, but it was still a blast. I wore the same clothes as my first foray into the frozen tundra of the great white north. I'm also happy (and a bit disturbed) to report that I almost lost my pants on my first run. Let me just say that snow down your underwear is not like the sensation of eating a York Peppermint Patty.
Note to self: buy some smaller pants! This was most definitely NOT an issue my first time out.
But, it was more about catching my breath from the beating I took going that the bumpy slopes. I caught some serious air on a couple of runs, one of which slammed me so hard that my hat popped off. But, unlike my Partners in Crime, I held on and didn't lose my sled.
We did have a couple of near misses in the injury department. Skully (my husband) rattled his bones and is complaining of a bruised Coccyx. Andy may or may not need shoulder replacement surgery after ditching his ride in the name of saving some old man who was too slow to get out of the way. Tony Mac (former Steeler great Franco Harris as we like to call him) came back virtually unscathed with me. At this point, my only complaints include a mild headache and some shin pain.
The desription of my character is innocent and pure with a sharp wit. My costume suggestions were polka dot shirt and skirt with bows in my hair. I have to tell you that I won't be sporting any bows tonight. And, I'll have to reach way back in my time machine to channel innocent characteristics. But, I'll give it a shot.
My Mount Punderson work out is out of the way and it's all about good friends and good times tonight.
Tomorrow, it's the Daytona 500 and it's gonna be a fun day too. Life is good when you can actually move around for a change.
Cheers!
Margaret
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