Yesterday and the day before that I went sledding. I couldn’t find an actual sled, so i bought these car-floor-mat-sized peices of vinyl. It turns out that there is this bitching hill for sledding in park behind my house. In two days of sledding, I have established the following list of pointers:
 1) Get an actual sled. I know this is self-explanatory, but I cannot stress enough the feeling of security one gets, knowing that they are not going to spin around and end up going down a hill at 45mph while looking the other way. This is especially true when there is a tree centered in the middle of your hill that will likely kill you if you hit it. I assume the spinning while sledding phenomenon has been addressed and solved by those who make actual sleds.Â
 2) Drink first.  This helps on 3 fronts:  Pain mangement, Cold Tolerance, and Courage. Â
     Pain – Sledding hurts not only your butt, but your arm, if you accidentally slam it against a chain link fence.Â
    Cold – Your butt gets so cold. Â
    Courage – Thanks to my friend scotch, I was able to talk myself into going down headfirst. Which was stupid.Â
 3) Be aware that smartass indestructable kids build ramps on the hills that you cannot see, because you sled at 10pm. When you hit those ramps you will go flying off your makeshift sled and proceed to slide down the rest of the hill on your back. Which is fun, but leads to more butt pain, and butt coldness.Â
4) Try to double-up on the “sled”. This takes all the earlier issues, and makes them twice as bad, because you are going much faster, and your partner is you fiance, meaning one false move will kill you both and cancel your wedding. Which means you don’t have to worry about planning the food for the wedding anymore.
Happy Sledding!