On Friday, I had a quandry. I had two free ski tickets to two different resorts — Alpine Meadows and Squaw Valley. I had a meeting at Alpine, where they gave me a free pass for the day, yet a work “Morale” event at Squaw.
Unfortunately, the snow conditions leave a lot to be desired, as it has been warm, and we haven’t had snow since Jan. 1. Hence, the day was 90% groomers. But, really, a bad day on the slopes is better than a good day at work, right?!
So I did 3 runs at Alpine, and then headed to the resort next door, where I met up with a bunch of co-workers for some more groomer skiing. It was fun, though, as I’m so used to skiing by myself lately with JB and I switching off skiing and staying home with the kids. My “Morale” was sky high.
On Sunday, I took Little Miss to ski camp, where she not only advanced a level, but was a rock star. In fact, the instructor said, “she really likes to go fast.” Little Man was at home with a sitter, so I decided to take Little Miss up on our first chair lift ride together.
It was a dream come true. She was so excited about skiing, and so chill about the chairlift (after years of telling me they looked too scary). We hugged the whole way up, and I was amazed at her progress as we started to ski down.
I even stopped to take some video.
Right after I took that video, we got close to the bottom, where the slope of the hill gets a bit steeper. Considering her newfound lack of fear of speed, I was worried she might get going out of control, so I decided to pull her in between my legs and snowplow down together.
We lasted about 2 minutes like that, and next thing I knew, we were falling, my knee went POP, and my ski season came to a grinding halt. That’s right, I injured the same knee I injured skiing 8 years ago. Back then, I was leaping off a cornice. At least then I had a good story to tell.
So anyway, from experience, I knew I couldn’t ski down. Ski Patrol was fetched, and Little Miss and I rode down on a snowmobile. Luckily, my brother and sister-in-law were still at Mt. Rose to come pick up the pieces. Audra took me to the ER, and later when JB was located, she watched the kids while they finished up on me in the hospital.
All we know right now is I didn’t break any bones. I’m going to an orthopedist today, and I assume we’ll get an MRI scheduled.
So now, I deal with the aftermath. My lifestyle just isn’t condusive right now to being on crutches. With two young kids and a two story house, I have been rendered rather useless. I’m really not looking forward to this recovery process, plus having to get myself back in shape after being forced to be bed ridden for weeks.
Excuse me while I wallow in self pity just a bit.
Anyway, I guess the good news is this should give me more time for writing. Right? There has to be something good to come out of this!
