Sledding. I delayed sledding for some time. First, I thought of going with chase and pau gang. Then nerea and valentina gang. Then, I usually didnt go in the end, bcos they asked me haphazardly. In the end, I went to Munch Museum with Anne, Anna and Peter on sat, and sledding with them on sunday.



Anne was making fun of me being crazy as usual. But never will I imagine, downhill sledding to be so dangerous.

I trusted the circuit to be safe. This was Norway, a developed country. I expected it to be as safe as sg. If it was thailand, like karting in thailand and indonesia, I would go slow, fearing my life. This time, I didnt brake. I thought you werent suppose to anyway, there's no brake on a sled. And once, almost crashed into a tree. The next time, I went straight for the pole, I thought the Norwegians had some safety barrier. So I was prepare for a safe crash. Next thing I know, bamp, I flew off the sled. I tried to get up bcos it was really dangerous lying there in the circuit, but I cldnt. I cldnt walk. I rolled to the side, held my held and wallowed in pain. Some sledders went past. I hoped no one crashed into me. At that speed, I think i'll die if someone did. I never expected to end up with a broken leg. And now, it could only get worse. I dont know what will happen to my leg next. The scan is going to take damn long. I might need a surgery to be able to walk properly again, I fear.