Sledding is a lot more work than I remember.
Any snow day, no matter how old you are, should always involve a little bit of snow fun. A friend and I decided that this meant we would embrace our inner six year olds and go sledding. I was really looking forward to what I remembered about sledding: flying down that hill millions of times, races, and maybe a little bit of arguing about who was able to get the farthest.
Boy, was I in for a surprise. I got to the top of that hill and I was terrified! I saw kids with limbs flailing flying everywhere! My body can't handle that anymore! Plus, I don't even own nearly as many layers as I used to wear when I was little. Ramps? No way, don't even steer me in that direction. Not to mention the obstacle course of children struggling back up and the sleds that clearly met their match at some point during the day. And wow, was it a struggle making it back up that hill.
Even so, sledding was exactly what I needed today. I spent most of the day working on job applications and adjusting lesson plans. It felt good to let go and fly down a hill a few times - even if it wasn't the millions of times I remembered. Warming up with a McDonald's hot chocolate and a good friend afterwards, I couldn't think of a better way to spend a snow day.