Why a sled? It may be slow, given the lack of hills. But it would be a whole lot less dangerous.
Now, what could be dangerous about my half-mile jaunt to work everyday? One word. Ice.
Ice received a cool rap with “Ice, Ice, Baby,” but obviously Vanilla Ice did not live in the Midwest.
Yesterday, I fell on the ice, not once, but twice.
The first time, I was crossing the street after lunch. I was almost across the street when, wham, I fell right on top of my right hip and wrist.
-I didn’t get run over by a car.
-I would be going to the chiropractor later.
-It wasn’t the coldest day of the year (but pretty close).
-I had a captive audience in the car.
I had a great trip to the chiropractor and managed to not fall coming or going. However, when I was walking home from work. I did it again. This time, I fell exactly the same on my left side.
-I didn’t fall on the street this time.
-I fell on my left side, making me ambidextrously in pain.
-I didn’t have an audience (that I was aware of).
-I had already been to the chiropractor.
-It still hurt.
I later discovered that I had almost zero traction on my boots. In case you were wondering, there is a moral to this story:
Never forget to examine the state of your soles.