neurological dryer lint

i broke myself. argh.

so i managed to go down center stage twice. i bailed both times, but it was awesome just rolling down the hill. the audience on the ski lifts helped too. i was doing well.

then ed and i decide, hey, let's try the jumps. that'll be fun. ed goes down pretty slow, hops the ramp. cool.

i go down pretty much full speed. now, no one's ever accused me of brilliance. you'd think i'd be intelligent enough by now to plan out, hey, i get in the air, i should lean forward, keep my skis in some direction. no. i begin to lean backwards and my skis just sort of go off on their own.

i pull what would be the most intense back-smacker in a swimming pool... on the ground. no air left in my lungs, and i just start to drift downhill. breathing becomes priority one, but i'm not successful at that for about 30 seconds, illustrated by lovely blue stars that i'm starting to see as things go black. audio accompaniment - the chorus of ohhh's and d*@#$!'s from the ski lifts.

i sit up. it's now about my least favorite activity. i look downhill at ed, who's got that 'dude you ok?' look on his face. the thought is echoed by my chorus from the lifts. i shake my head, unsure if i just got the wind knocked out, or if i broke my head.

renee and theresa grab my stuff and bring it down to me. rational thought is starting to come back, in little gasps, much like air. eventually i gather the strength to roll to the side. i'm alive, nothin's broken. unfortunately, the same isn't true for the other dude who comes down a minute later and breaks his leg. fortunately i'm capable enough, with ed, to coordinate a rescue by the ski patrol (read: i stood there and told the guy that ski patrol was coming).

fun afternoon, in all, but motor functions tomorrow are guaranteed to be a little off.