So, the sport of skeleton is kinda nuts. You get on this tiny sled, on your tummy, head first, and fly down a frozen track at ridiculous speeds about three inches off the ground. This is not to be confused with luge, which is equally crazy in a different way.

I would love to try either of them. I'd like to be as good at it as Canadian Jane Channell. But I wouldn't like to have some schlub leave a broom on the ice for me to hit. Fortunately, she was at the upper part of the course, and she doesn't appear to be hurt. But still.