"I was on my final 200 yards, where I get on the sidewalk that leads to my building.)
Made one too swirvy and I slide down."

I once hiked up to Horsetooth Rock when it was all snowy and icy. Made it all the way up (at night) without falling down once, felt proud of myself. Walking back across the parking lot to the car, I fell down.

On another occasion, on the same trail, I came to a spot where melted snow had puddled and frozen in the trail. I met a guy coming down and when he got to that spot, boom! down he went. "Poor doofus can't even walk on ice", I thought to myself. A half hour later, I was coming back down the trail, got to that same spot and fell down myself.