We set out for Sunrise, but since it would have been a ninety minute drive we settled instead on a nice run of hills behind the Pizza Hut, along with a half a hundred other winter sports enthusiasts.
The runs were well packed and slick, and for the first several times down I used one of the two inflatable sleds we'd brought. Great fun, memories of the hill behind our house in Omaha, of sledding at Elmwood Park. The grandkids were cautious yet enthusiastic.
Never content with the status quo, I decided to use one of the plastic saucers we'd brought and graduated myself over to the steepest of the runs which had, unnoticed by myself, a ramp at the bottom.
That 32 ft per second per second thing accumulates on a guy pretty freakin' fast, which when multiplied by the unwelcome discovery of air time hurtling off the ramp, combined to drop me on my tailbone hard enough to knock my stocking cap off my head as I flip flopped to a stop like a carp on a beach.
"Damn" I thought to myself, "I just broke my ass." Holy crap, did/does that hurt.
I gathered my garb and corralled my saucer and trudged my broken ass slowly up the hill to be greeted by what sounded like a herd of jackasses braying.
The missus, always first on the scene with condolences, smiled ruefully and said, "The fact that nobody else at the bottom of the hill was answering to the name 'Grampa' meant nothing to you?"
I think I know what she was getting at. Next time I'll stick to the bunny slope. Probably.
On line sources say the pain should dissipate within four to six weeks. The physical pain, at least.
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