Last week, I had the opportunity to feel like a bullet. Nestled inside a black Olympic 4-person bobsleigh, me, my fiancee, another lady, and Canadian winter Olympic silver medallist Helen Upperton (our driver) went soaring down a 1500-meter ice track at more than 120 km/h.
It was a crazy feeling. A rough one as well. The air was a crisp -25 Celcius and while most people were indoors drinking hot chocolate, we were getting ready to pull 5 G-forces of pressure while trying to keep our heads tucked into our shoulders like a turtle.