Let's see how to tell this tale of woe.
Down here in the great SE we were expecting a ton of snow on Saturday and Sunday. So I stopped at the local Southern States store (a store for farmers) and got 200lbs of Ice melt for the low low price of 5.99 per 50lb bag. When I took it out of my trusty rust rocket. (92 corolla wagon, 329k) it felt like I tweaked my back just a little bit. I didn't think much of it at the time and I still planned on doing my two day clinic on Saturday and Sunday.
Saturday morning I got up feeling all chipper and excited as could be to getting on the hill for the first time. I got to the mountain early and had a nice breakfast with the rest of the participants. The downside- it was my first day on ski's and they were ski's that I had never ridden before. We were doing quite a few technique drills and precision was the watchword. Well about 2pm my back was aching and I just couldn't produce the results that I knew I was capable of so I bailed. A word of advice...get some ski time in before you try and do clinics based on precision.
Anyway Sunday I was snowed in at the house and my back was still achy. I probably could have gone skiing but my beautiful SO was freaking out just a little over the first storm of the year so being the good hubby that I am I stayed home to support her by watching TV all day why she cleaned and cooked. (just kidding, I cooked and she vacuumed)
Monday rolls around and I'm antsy. The boss has already called off work so I by golly am going skiing. Drove up to the mountain I patrol at and it's absolutely gorgeous out the snow is nice and for the first time in many years the whole mountain is open this early in the season. I did some work on my locker and then I transported some entertainment gear up to our upper Patrol Shack. (TV,Radio, books etc. One of my favorite patrollers to ski with showed up and we did some really nice runs together. Concentrated on control and linking turns etc etc. Lots of fun had by all.
Here's where it goes downhill (no pun intended) Being the bright guy that I am I decide to quit while I'm ahead. The back is holding up but is achy and I could tell I was getting ready to start getting sloppy and possibly hurt something. I go back into our locker room and start putting all my stuff away and chatting with some other team members and I can feel just a little bit more discomfort in the back. I get everything done grab my pack and walk up to my trusty rust rocket. AND THEN IT HAPPENS.
What I thought was a simple back tweak turns out to be kidney stone's moving around, as I step into the rust rocket it hits me like a ton of bricks and I go straight to the ground on all fours crying like a baby. It took 2 hours before it calmed down enough for me to drive home and today is the first day I've taken off the jammies and put on work clothes and come in to work.
But in the end it's OK. I got to go skiing.