That’s “Humiliation in Winter” for you non-French speakers. Altavista said that humiliation in English is humiliation in French. How true. How true.
So here I sit, at work, with a 3M Nexcare Reusable Cold Pack on my derriere. How, you ask, did this come to pass?
Last week, my friend asked me to go cross-country skiing with her and her sister-in-law. I hadn’t been cross-country skiing since I was eight. I remember that I hated it, but not exactly why I hated it. Something about downhill skiing being exciting and cross-country skiing being boring and a lot of work.
“What the heck.” I said.
“What the Hell!?!” I replied to myself on Sunday.
After falling six times, directly impacting my tailbone each time in a very harsh manner with much force, I took off my skis and began the mile and a half hike to the warming house. My friends tried to get me to come back. No way I was gonna do that.
My butt hurt on Sunday. Now, two days later, my ass is black and blue. WebMD says to ice and take Tylenol. I hear and obey.