I was taking some trash to the curb before work this morning, and I didn't realize that under the four inches of snow we got last night, there was a HUGE thick sheet of ice. So as I tried to put the trash on the curb, I started to slip.
What followed was, quite possibly, the funniest fall I've ever had. Let me preface this by saying I was wearing a big bulky winter coat and a backpack with all my stuff in it.
I began to slide forward with my body's momentum, and at the same time I threw my arms up in the air to attempt to maintain my balance. This, however was unsuccessful, and - as if in slow motion - I felt my legs begin to leave the surface of the ice. They flipped up in the air, and for a moment, I was weightless. It was an oddly peaceful feeling, but it didn't last long, as gravity quickly acted upon my 130 lb. frame.
I came crashing down onto the ice flat on my back. Luckily my backpack was on my back to cushion my fall, and I considered for a moment just laying there to see if I was hurting. But, curiousity got the better of me, and I immediately scrambled, slipped and fought my way to a standing position once again. I was unhurt. Not even a bruised tailbone. I had triumphed over the rock-hard ice on my street.
Then, all of a sudden, I hear from across the street, "Are you okay?" My neighbor had been doing something in his garage, and had seen the monumental tumble to the ice. I answered with, "Oh yeah, I'm fine, but be careful! There's a lot of ice under this snow!"
And that was my morning.
What followed was, quite possibly, the funniest fall I've ever had. Let me preface this by saying I was wearing a big bulky winter coat and a backpack with all my stuff in it.
I began to slide forward with my body's momentum, and at the same time I threw my arms up in the air to attempt to maintain my balance. This, however was unsuccessful, and - as if in slow motion - I felt my legs begin to leave the surface of the ice. They flipped up in the air, and for a moment, I was weightless. It was an oddly peaceful feeling, but it didn't last long, as gravity quickly acted upon my 130 lb. frame.
I came crashing down onto the ice flat on my back. Luckily my backpack was on my back to cushion my fall, and I considered for a moment just laying there to see if I was hurting. But, curiousity got the better of me, and I immediately scrambled, slipped and fought my way to a standing position once again. I was unhurt. Not even a bruised tailbone. I had triumphed over the rock-hard ice on my street.
Then, all of a sudden, I hear from across the street, "Are you okay?" My neighbor had been doing something in his garage, and had seen the monumental tumble to the ice. I answered with, "Oh yeah, I'm fine, but be careful! There's a lot of ice under this snow!"
And that was my morning.
