Monday, March 16, 2009

Tuck and roll...

OK, so this will probably be the last post about my experiences with that "road" they call Robie Creek. Yep, I know you're getting tired of hearing about my sick obsession... Anyhooo..

We - meaning Alyssa and Mrs. Brooks (AKA Joni) - ventured out Saturday morning with the clear intentions of running to the blessed summit to get a beautiful view of the smoggy Boise valley and work out our legs in the process. It was steep, friends, steep, muddy, icy, snowy, and treacherous. The diamonds I talked about last week, well fugedaboudit... There were definitely no diamonds and no sparkling anythings around us. Just ice, mud, and snow, oh, and a foot trench running down the middle of the road.

Well, we headed up, trying to avoid the thought of having to actually come back down without cross country skis... Scary thought, but it had to be done.

"I really don't want to fall," I thought.

"I really don't want to fall," Joni said out loud, and just because she said it, IT HAPPENED.

I turned around to see her rolling down the road (just a couple of rotations) and squealing (just a little bit) and imagining (just remembering) about those days when motion sickness didn't take over and I could roll down a grassy green hill FOR FUN. Poor Joni. What a trooper. She is just fine - well except that today she told me she felt like she'd gotten a tetanus shot in her arm where she landed... sorry I wasn't there to grab you, friend...

We made it down, and we even had a pretty good laugh about the whole incident. I know, it's not nice to laugh when someone falls as they're running down a steep road with icy patches just waiting to grab their foot.

But, boy, can she tuck and roll!


Jenn and Tyler said...

Got a good laugh! Thanks for sharing!