This is a long story, but a pretty damn embarrassing one.
Two seasons ago I was skiing on my home mountain in Vancouver. We had a sweet jump line in the park. 3 jumps, 30', 40' and 45'. I was just straight airing the jumps to get the feel of them, and then started to spin the first jump. Once I was feeling it on the first jump, I thought I would step it up and take my spins to the next, bigger, jump. The speed for these jumps was a tad on the slow side that night, but I still wanted to spin the second jump.
So I drop in, clear the first jump and come into the second jump, preparing my spin (yea I like to wind up, what ever). As I left the jump I started my spin a bit early and sluffed off some of my speed as a result.
Because the speed was already slow, and my spin killed a little bit of it, I ended up casing pretty hard, back twisted, and smashed my ass on my heel piece.
I slid down the landing and then lay at the bottom of it in pain, holding my ass and lower back. It felt like my ass and lower back had been completely crushed. Despite the immense pain, I managed to stand back up and started to make my way down to the lift line so I could go back up the lift and go home.
About half way back to the lift, I stopped. I could feel something dripping from my ass and down my left leg. I stopped, and yelled at my buddy what any one in my position would yell. "Yo, I think my ass is bleeding!"
Being the sympathetic guy my friend was, he proceeded to laugh at me and yell to everyone he could (lifties, mountain safety, ski patrol, tourists) , "My buddy just popped his butt cherry on a jump!"
That's pretty embarrassing, but it gets worse.
In the lift line up, the situation took a turn for the worst. I could feel this liquid dripping down both legs and into my left boot. It was fucking gross, I was in extreme pain, and I wanted to go home.
After holding my ass all the way up the lift, I skied to the Chalet so I could go to the wash room and see what this liquid (that I presumed was blood) actually was.
So I went into the bathroom stall, pulled off my snow pants,only to find out that I had COMPLETELY shit my self. And when I say completely shit my self, I mean it. No more details are necessary. (I actually ditched my boxers in the toilet, sorry janitorial staff...)
I was in pain for two weeks after this incident, both physically and mentally. So I went to the doctor to get fixed up, told him the story about how I shat my self skiing, and he just laughed his ass off at me.
Apparently there is a nerve in your lower back that if compressed under extreme pressure, can release ALL the muscles that control your bowels. I compressed that nerve, and shat my self to no end, for about an hour.
This story serves me as reminder to always carry just a little bit more speed when spinning off a jump.
SPARK NOTES: Cased a jump, thought my ass was bleeding, turns out I had just shit my self like you've never seen anyone shit them self before.