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