It Finally Happened

Since I began to ski, my biggest fear hasn’t been tumbling head-long down the mountain.  It has been falling off the lift.  Well, it finally happened after 5 years.  But it wasn’t my fault.

My daughter has a wicked sense of self-preservation.  I guess that’s what kept this 4 pound preemie alive.  We got on to Flathead lift–the small one and I sensed she was nervous so I tried to calm her fears.  I guess I had not done a good job. When we went to get off the lift, she put out both arms in fear.  I did not see her and I tried to stand up.  Next thing I knew, I had landed hard on the packed snow with one knee twisted the wrong way.  UGH!

With some cursing, I got up and asked her what she was thinking.  She just shrugged.  So we skied off.  My bum and my knee hurt a bit but it wasn’t too bad.  The day was not a stellar ski day and conditions were very windy so after 4 runs, we left.

By the time I got home, the adrenaline had worn off.  Coming out of the shower, I almost collapsed when my knee gave way.  To make a painful story short–a strained MCL and a bruised tailbone.  No last Ladies Day class for me.  BUMMER.

But I am going to be back on the mountain at Sundance in a few weeks if I take good care of the knee.  Got my brace on and my smile in tact.  Can’t miss the most EPIC ski season ever. I’ll see you on the mountain!  #sundanceresort #sundancelaidesday #chicksonsticks