Idiot
We've been having some unusually cold weather here lately. For the past week, I don't think it has gotten above freezing. After having spent most of the weekend indoors, I decided I'd go for a walk around the pond I usually fish, just to get some air and sun. I thought perhaps it wouldn't be frozen over yet, that the water would have retained enough heat to keep the ice from forming. Hopefully, I could still get a few more fishing days in before the end of the year. Alas, no such luck. The pond was frozen, except for a small circle in the center. A few more days of sub-freezing temperatures and I'm sure that will be frozen also.
During the fall and winter months, the water level of the pond is lowered, revealing part of the pond bed submerged in the summer. Today, I strolled down to the edge of the ice and walked along the frozen bed, the sand and gravel crunching under my foot steps. As I walked, I noticed the terrain changed under my feet, becoming a darker color. A few steps further and it began crunching with a more hollow sound. I thought to myself, "Oh man, I know I'm walking on frozen mud now, but it's gonna support my weight right?" Wrong! My next step felt solid at first, then the next thing I know my foot goes right through, and I feel a cold, wet sensation seeping into my sneaker. I quickly take a lunging step toward the shore to escape my predicament, and my other foot also breaks through the thin crust of frozen mud, leaving me with both feet ankle-deep in ice-cold mud. I stumble a few swampy steps back to terra firma, and look down at my sneakers and pant legs thickly coated in black mud. Damn, if only I weren't such a frigging idiot!
As I walked home, my feet squished with each step. My pants froze into icy rigidity. I was hoping I wouldn't pass anyone--how foolish I would feel to be seen like this! But I laughed at myself the whole way home. Sure, I might have ruined my sneakers, but what a way to ruin them! The truth is, I've always loved getting dirty--I should probably do it more often. Just not when it's so cold out!
(This is an enlargable pic--I want you to see that mud in detail!)
During the fall and winter months, the water level of the pond is lowered, revealing part of the pond bed submerged in the summer. Today, I strolled down to the edge of the ice and walked along the frozen bed, the sand and gravel crunching under my foot steps. As I walked, I noticed the terrain changed under my feet, becoming a darker color. A few steps further and it began crunching with a more hollow sound. I thought to myself, "Oh man, I know I'm walking on frozen mud now, but it's gonna support my weight right?" Wrong! My next step felt solid at first, then the next thing I know my foot goes right through, and I feel a cold, wet sensation seeping into my sneaker. I quickly take a lunging step toward the shore to escape my predicament, and my other foot also breaks through the thin crust of frozen mud, leaving me with both feet ankle-deep in ice-cold mud. I stumble a few swampy steps back to terra firma, and look down at my sneakers and pant legs thickly coated in black mud. Damn, if only I weren't such a frigging idiot!
As I walked home, my feet squished with each step. My pants froze into icy rigidity. I was hoping I wouldn't pass anyone--how foolish I would feel to be seen like this! But I laughed at myself the whole way home. Sure, I might have ruined my sneakers, but what a way to ruin them! The truth is, I've always loved getting dirty--I should probably do it more often. Just not when it's so cold out!
(This is an enlargable pic--I want you to see that mud in detail!)
posted by Johnny Introvert at 9:45 PM
3 Comments:
Sounds like you were tempting fate there ;) I love "accidents" like this. It keeps us real.
stop walking on ice....that's just scary...
and for how long have i been telling u to get your pants off and u finally do only to post this teaser show....hmmmf!
I'm glad that you are OK, although I couldn't help but laugh as I read your story.
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