By Pam LeBlanc

I signed up for this. Voluntarily.

And here I stand, at an icy tube of a track in Whistler, Canada, site of the 2010 Vancouver Olympics, about to do my impersonation of a speeding bullet.

This is skeleton, where men and women hurtle face first down a twisty course on a heavy sled, their chin just an inch or two above the ice.

In all, 23 of us have registered for the opportunity, and I’m the only woman in the bunch. I’m also 13th in the rotation, but I have chosen not to assign any significance to that number.

After arriving at the Whistler Sliding Centre an hour ago, I signed a waiver, assured the crew I had medical insurance and listened to an hour-long briefing by Becca, a Czechoslovakian coach with a thick accent and a dry sense of humor.

“Welcome to the thrill of your life,” she said.

She warned us we’d be screaming down the track at speeds up to 62 mph. In the 30 or 35 seconds it would take us, we were to lie flat and quiet, shoulders pressed down on our sleds, arms and elbows held tight to our sides.

“Don’t lift your arms, don’t lift your shoulders,” she said. “If you poke out your arms and elbows like chicken wings, you may get clipped. If you do different things you will be like a drunken sailor. You must just lie on the sled at all times.”

After a quick trip to the washroom (we were told the G forces that would press us into our sleds would squash our bladders, too) we marched up to the Maple Leaf start house, partway down the track where Canadian Jon Montgomery won gold two years ago. (It’s also the same track where an athlete was killed during a luge training run on opening day of the Winter Olympics.)

“If anyone changes his mind now, it will be a full refund and we will understand,” Becca tells us.

I test the strap on my white helmet, which has a huge chin guard. I tug elbow pads on over my jacket. It’s snowing hard, and I’m thankful I’m wearing insulated ski pants instead of a skin-tight speedsuit.

Unlike Olympics athletes, who sprint down the track and leap onto their sleds, we will start from a standstill. The crew will give a gentle shove to start us sliding.

“And we will find you at the finish,” Becca says.

The sliding track drops 499 feet over 4,760 feet, but we’re starting midway down, so we don’t build up too much speed. Athletes at the 2009 World Cup maxed out at 95.6 mph.

Just before the finish, we will whirl through Thunderbird curve, a harrowing hairpin turn on a course that zigs and zags like a rollercoaster on steroids.

“You will not be able to steer or brake,” Becca says with a smile. “Everything depends on body position.”

With that, I lower myself onto the sled, grab the handles and say a little prayer. I tell myself to look by lifting my eyes, not my head. And I remind myself not to drag my feet or try to get off the sled, which could send me careening against the walls of the chute.

Someone gives me a push and I begin my descent.

Before I have time to think, I’m shooting down the track, clinging for dear life to the rocketing sled. Before I round the famous Thunderbird curve, I hit nearly 60 mph. Landmarks blur, the sled rattles, my jowls flap. It’s like hitting warp speed in an episode of “Star Trek.”

The ride lasts just 30 seconds. When I come out of that last turn, I fly into the straightaway and blow past the finish line.

That’s when it happens. I zing into one wall, the edge of the sled taking the brunt of the blow. I ping pong back and forth several times, bleeding off speed. Finally I grind to a halt, panting a little and off-gassing pure adrenaline.

Someone offers a hand. I step off the sled and exit the track. My knees wobble. I’m pretty sure I’m vibrating I’m so amped up.

Another few minutes and my heart rate slows to normal.

I glance up at the leader board. My name is there, halfway down. Just like the Olympics.

If only I could do this in Austin. Then I could dream about a shot at the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi, Russia.

If you go

Public skeleton sessions at the Whistler Sliding Centre, 4910 Glacier Lane in Whistler, must be booked in advance. Participants must be at least 16. Cost is $149 Canadian. Each session includes an orientation, helmet fitting, coaching and two runs. For more information, go to www.whistlerslidingcentre.com or call 604-964-0040.

Kyle Tress

USA’s Kyle Tress finishes in fifth place in the men’s skeleton World Cup competition on Friday, in Lake Placid, N.Y. Whistler in British Columbia has a public “slide and ride” program where novices can give the sport a try. AP photo

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