Yesterday, after one of Vancouver's relatively rare snowfalls, my girls and I took about two runs too many down our local sledding hill, where we had ventured with KerryKLove and her family and friends. On what turned out to be the second-to-last trip down, my daughters were suddenly whinily incapable of hauling either the sleds or themselves up the hill again. So I rode down to help them.
Which is when my borrowed mini snow tube slid onto the grass under a tree, stopped, and pitched me backwards into an unexpected backflip, producing a mild crunching sound on my shoulders as I landed. "That's gonna hurt tomorrow," I said aloud as I stood up.
And oh yes, it does.