Jon felt a cool breeze and suddenly realized he was standing atop a mountain.
"Racer ready," someone said.
Jon looked down at himself, he was in a spandex speed suit and had on a pair of skis.
"3"
He was standing in a starting gate about to take his run.
"2"
Jon was a professional skier.
"1"
Well, here goes, he thought.
"GO!"
Jon exploded out of the starting gate as his coaches and countrymen in the starting gate cheered him on and clanked cowbells.
Jon ripped down the slalom course relying on instincts as he cut back and forth across the fall line and skiing through each gate.
Jon was in a rhythm flying down the mountain when suddenly he felt his left leg being ripped back. He had cut a turn too tight and caught his ski on one of the gates. Before Jon knew it, he was tumbling down the slopes, crashing through gates and fences before he finally came to rest against a safety fence.
Jon felt like he was bumped and bruised all over. Before the medics got to him, he tried to stand up, but when he put pressure on his left foot, he yelled in pain and collapsed again to the ground.
Finally the medical team arrived. "Hang tight and don't move," said the first responder as he felt Jon's foot. "Well, it looks like you have a broken ankle," he said. "We'll get a sled and get you down and to a hospital."
"A broken ankle?" Jon asked. "No, that can't be."
"I'm afraid so," said the medic.
Jon began to panic. Now that he had hurt himself, what would happen when he jumped out of the skiers body back into his own?
