So the Winter Olympic Games are upon us, a time to watch people push themselves to their physical limits while simultaneously often hurtling themselves down mountains. Steep, steep mountains.
To be fair, not all of the sports involve mountains. Some of them involve a luge track. Which may or may not be set in a mountain for the gravity. I honestly have no idea.
But it makes me wonder what it is that makes a person want to take a flimsy piece of wood, strap both feet to it, and slide down a railing onto a drop that looks, from my very level couch, like a sheer cliff of snow. Created for this very purpose.
Definitely not for me. Popcorn and hot chocolate, that’s my Olympic event.