Tuesday December 21, 2004

Cross-country evil

Here's a puzzle for y'all to solve: What does a snow-covered hiking trail with three idiots on wobbely skis look like?

Any guesses?

No? Okay, I'll tell you. The answer is: pretty damn funny. That's what it looks like. At least, that's I think it looks like.

Today, I went cross-country skiing with my old roomie and another friend. As a ski virgin, I expected nothing more from our outing than a red rump and sore thighs. What I ended up with was a red rump, sore thighs, and a good excuse to endulge in a massive piece of chocolate cake from Max & Erma's.

Of our fearsome trio, I was the first to fall. I actually fell twice in the first five minutes, but managed to steady myself long enough to watch my old roomie fall in front of me a couple times. Limbs flailed, and skis went a-flying. Boy, that was entertaining.

The third time I hit the ground something happened to my shoulder. It popped and stung, and now hours later I can't really move it. I gave up five minutes after that.

My brave roomie, however, didn't give up until she came within six inches of losing her life to an oak tree. Our friend Angie, though wobbeling herself, skied relatively safety and didn't fall once. But she still counts as one of the three Metropark Ski Lodge idiots.

We were... pretty damn funny.

I must go ice myself now.