Lil Wayne Hill Smack Down

We got our asses handed to us yesterday morning sledding at Lil John Snow Hill.  It was a Beautiful morning.  The mountain was beaming.  Friends had to get back to town so we headed up tot he hill for just one or two runs.  That means you have to go big.

 Sika and I climbed the hill. Lil John was a little wet and there wasn't a ton of snow on it, but there were folks out.  We boldly climbed past them.  At the top, a man below stood and watched us.  Sika said "I think he's scared for us." 
 The second we lifted out feet we were going 900mph.  Turns out there's a lot of jumps on the hill that were hard to see.  I had one hand clawing the rubber of the tube, and the other was holding Sika.  I actually thought we had it until we hit a big bump.  I remember Sika silhouetted against the sky about four feet above me.  I reached up to grab her back to earth and I think it was like when you double bounce in a trampoline.  When she came back to the tube via my face, we both flew.  Needless to say we lost the tube, grabbed each other and took the rest of the 30 feet of sharp ice vertical on the skin of my right side, Sika's wrist, my hip, and her back.  It was amazing. I drew a picture.

 I laughed out loud through my whole 15 mile afternoon run.  Smiling and reassuring folks concerned that I looked like I just got run over by a truck that I was fine.
 When I got home I was confused as to why I felt like total shit.  Tired, thirsty, hungry, hurting, bleeding, sore, and grumpy.  It's so weird how perplexing it can be to figure out that maybe I feel bad because I'm tired and hurt, like a baby.
 I ate, dressed and cleaned my wounds, drank water, and will sleep like a very sore baby.